I have discovered, staying with my retired friend Meg, that she inspects her lovely English garden before doing anything else each morning. Wearing a warm blue bathrobe and fuzzy slippers, she strolls from one flower bed to another (she has a big garden) with her first cup of coffee in hand.
I asked her about this practice and she say she enjoys the garden's peace and beauty early in the day.
Hmmm. I have a garden. I have coffee. I just need to find a good warm bathrobe.
