The writing in Sunrise Letters is taken directly from my morning pages.
The cardinals are always the first birds to greet me in the morning. Their short sharp chirps punctuate the darkness beyond my open windows; a familiar sound now, after having lived here for a little over a year, but now I hear them through the windows of my little tree-circled jungle hutch. When I wake, around 6am, Edna is ready for her wet food, though she didn’t wake me like yesterday. She’s the best cat— she knows when I wake up and if it changes learns after only a day. I pad into the kitchen. For the first ten minutes after waking she follows me, meowing, though she’s been fed. This is how she is.
This morning I microwaved leftover Earl Grey and poured myself a small glass of milk from the farmer’s market, which I’ve been having for breakfast this week. Then I turned over both of my fermentation projects. My garlic honey has three more weeks and just yesterday I made fire cider, slicing onions, garlic, lemon…
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