Late

Sickish kiddos lead to late nights for Mom. This used to be no big deal. I have been a night owl all of my life. But since we moved to ranchland, I don't want to stay up late. I don't want to miss most of the morning while I am catching my zzzz's. I want to hear the meadowlarks' morning song. I want to see the morning mist rise off the grass. I want to feel the brisk almost spring air against my face. This makes me feel like a traitor. To whom or what, I do not know. Late nights are making me loopy. This late at night I want to write about how amazing the water here tastes coming straight out of the faucet. Or about how there is the slightest green haze over the land as spring creeps closer. I want to write about the way the birds find their way into my barn at night and then panic trying to get back out to see the sun. Or the way my kids never seem to want to leave here, unless it means a trip to the soda fountain. But none of these things are a full and interesting blog. None will hold your attention. So, tell me, if you are reading this, what do you want to read about? What subject should I cover next? Leave a comment below. Even if you have no ideas, please leave a comment so I know someone beyond my family and J is actually reading this.