It Finally Dawned on Me

I don't know if it means something, like a certain milestone has been reached similar to the first time you ride your bike without training wheels which if you are me is a feat in itself but I digress.  Help, save, comfort, and defend us oh gracious Lord.  Now I really digress.  Back to the matter at hand.  A milestone maybe?  An official adult-ism possibly. 

 

For the first time, I packed my own coffee pot, filters, and grounds for the lake.  It's like the one thing I like to be able to control every day.  Who am I kidding even pretending there's only one thing I like to control.  But still.  Coffee in the morning is important to me. 

 

 

Not because I'm a snob about the brand, but because I am a snob about the feeling. 

 

 

The feeling of just risen with bed head and barely opened eyes to fiddle with the water while the smell of the grounds floats.  The feeling of pouring it into a good looking cup with the steam billowing up.   

 

 

The feeling of holding it in two hands while I sit in a lawn chair and enjoy the sun shining and the birds chirping and the breeze blowing and all that other hippy stuff I tend to relish right up. 

 

 

It has honestly stressed me out previously about the lake.  Where's the coffee coming from this morning?  Drive to town?  Find a neighbor?  That's a kind of stress I'm just not willing to take on while supposedly relaxing. 

 

So this time while we were throwing stuff in the back of the car, it dawned on me. 

 

Pack my own pot, water, and grounds. 

 

Hello. 

 

In those went.  Along with everything else but the kitchen sink. 

 

And on Saturday morning when Billy and I woke long before the others, I was a happy little lark with my freshly brewed pot sitting on the picnic table. 

 

 

I hippy styled it right up.  If I could have yelled out the sky while I was perched in my chair taking in the morning love, I would have.  But it was early. 

 

Instead, I took pictures of the brown eggs in the rising sun because love a duck they were pretty. 

 

 

Another milestone maybe?  Standing on a picnic table while at the lake to take pictures of brown eggs in the sun.  Which kind would that be?