It seems early, but it must be late. Or, is it late but seems early? The
first week after a time change is the worst. I wake up at 4:00 a.m. – 5:00 a.m.
the previous week – ready to get up and start my day. Mike is hungry at 5:00
p.m., which is really 6:00 by the digestion clock, and we agree to wait
until 6:00 by the real clock for supper. (Mike eats at regular intervals. I suppose it’s that Dr. Pepper training – 10, 2, and 4.) Returning from shopping yesterday morning, I thought it was 11:30
when the clock said 10:30. I waited until 4:00 to walk the dogs and it was
nearly dark as we returned. I’m ready to sleep at 8:30 but we stay up so that
it can start all over again at 4:00 in the morning. And so on . . . that’s the
way it goes until we get used to it.
Since my
list is very long today, I don’t have a lot of time to visit, but I did
want to share a couple of pictures. I planted the “burning bush” at our front
door when we moved here ten years ago. It was bare root stock and it’s taken
all these ten years for it to become beautiful. Oh well. 
The big maple in this picture was also planted when we moved here. The smaller is a volunteer which looks to be from another maple family. So glad it showed up to be pretty for us.
Top photo: I didn't think it would be an especially beautiful autumn in our region because of the hot, dry summer. However, looking out over the Lewis Clark Valley yesterday from the home of a friend seems to deny my theory. So glad I remembered the camera! KW
3 comments:
This is the time change I love. I settle right into it. Spring? Not so much. And we have snow! Love how it brightens the day. (And I even played Christmas music, because how could I not?)
I like standard time, too, but I do find the adjustment difficult, for whatever reason.
Ooooh! How wonderful to have snow -- and Christmas music, too. No snow in the valley, of course, but it's chilly.
I'm uncertain which time I like better, but twice a year I DESPISE the time change! I am getting up easier with the light in the morning, but the early dark make me glum.
We eat when we're hungry--eventually our tummies agree with the clock.
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