Morning Coffee

As a more recent convert to the joys of morning coffee, I do relish the ritual. On weekends and vacations I love to sit on our patio or back porch with my favorite mug and the morning newspaper. There is something almost sacred about the time to look at the mountains, listen to the birds, and sip the dark comfort in my mug. My husband makes the coffee every morning, which is an added personal bonus. He takes satisfaction in the ritual of grinding the coffee beans, adding the filtered water and brewing a very strong pot of Italian Roast coffee. During the school year, my handsome hubby gets up in time to make the coffee before I fly out the door with my thermos of joy. During the summer months, I can lazily wait in bed, listening to the coffee-making ritual in the kitchen, until the aroma urges me to come-hither. Such a guilty pleasure to just go slowly in the morning, enjoy, and savor my perfect cup of coffee.