This morning, to be precise. I slept in, which is to say got up at 7 instead of 6, and caught the early morning sun, which I must usually miss because I go back to bed at about his time. So while the tea was brewing we - Molly and I - skipped merrily down to what is hopefully called the kitchen garden, to catch the ceanothus, amanagawa cherry, and cornus in the rosy light, with the sun an inch or two over the horizon ( or call it a few thousand miles...).
Back indoors, dewy wet paws rubbed with a towel are cause of great excitement; barks all the way upstairs and a big wet leap on the bed. ( Molly, not me.)