While I am sitting outside the arena this early morning I am imagining what it is like waking up in France or Europe. I have woke up early in both thanks to my Mom. Not for one minute do I take for granted my own country. I love my home. But, the dreamer in me is for sure dreaming this morning.
The soft morning lights, the sounds of the birds and the beautiful fragrance of the lavender fields. Today I am going to take the time to enjoy my lavender gardens and dream they were lavender fields.