Last to leave the party. One lonely bud on a baron bush.

We had a quiet weekend, no teenager…Emma was with her dad . Terry and I slept in…..okay I slept in. His idea of sleeping in, is getting up at 7:30 a.m. I have been really great about getting to bed early the past few weeks, but last night I was once again a night owl…hoot…hoot. Snuck into bed at 5:oo a.m, tried to avoid waking the sleep police. My hubby is the Chief of Sleep, the Deputy of Dreams, the Regulator of REM (rapid eye movement), and the Sargeant of Snoozing. He watches me like a hawk, and lectures me on the importance of proper sleep. 

I know his words come from a place of love, I know he is totally right, but I am still so entranced with the magical hours between 2:oo and 5:oo a.m. The world seems asleep, and my creative visions come to life. It is when my spirit is free and everything just flows. My favorite artwork is usually painted during these hours.

After I showered and the meds kicked in we went out for a cozy lunch and took a drive. I love these lazy kind of days. No worries, no work, time to chat, catch up and connect. He had to run to his office to pick up some paperwork and I sat in the car and waited. As I sat there I glanced around and was reminded of the beauty that surrounds us everywhere. We get moving so fast and fill our heads with thoughts of things we need to do….we begin to sleepwalk. The camera was in the backseat, so I quickly grabbed it and took a few shots of some ordinary magic. Goal for 2010….keep remembering the best things in life are free.