- An entire field of singular grass blades each tipped with it’s very own dewdrop catching the morning sun and becoming diamonds.
- the sudden feel of that warm coccoon between the quilt and you on a cool morning and the comfort of the snooze button and multiple pressings. AND still making the train. Well, not the usual train, the NEXT one.
- A riot of arguing cockatoos flapping and fluttering overhead alive and all too cheerful in the morning.
Good morning. it is a lovely ( albeit humid) Thursday morning in Oz. The sunshine and painting the office desks bright and light. And noone is here yet, just me.
Maggsworld 
Sounds lovely Maggs, I’m always the first one in work here, but no rays of sunshine..as it burns us!!
I know lorikeets, cocky’s and gallahs are pests but I love having them arrive. Fondest memory of Milsons Point is feeding the lorikeets and having them peer in through the windows
Riot, is the perfect collective noun for cockatoos. I saw some beautiful black ones the other day
hot and muggy here…
and it’s – 5°C here … brrrrrrr