I’m an early morning gal. Always have been. Even as a young child.
In summertime, after we left New York City for small town life in southern Virginia – and before daylight saving was a twinkle in anyone’s eye – I was up and on my bike at 5AM. Riding to the nearest cornfield.
To settle down amongst the cornstalks.
To not only watch the sun rise. But to breathe in the aromatic fragrance of corn ripening in the fields.
As a New York City bred young girl, this was a heady experience for me. Which I never missed when the sun was shining.
