Imagine my surprise this morning, when I opened my eyes to the sight of the sunrise. Usually I'm up long before she even begins to shine, but waking up to her grand performance here on the farm is a special treat, and I'm reminded of the song "Oh, What a Beautiful Mornin'", which (I now know) is from the 1943 broadway musical Oklahoma! (click here to hear an exerpt). Ironically, the play is set on a farm (albeit in the American Mid-West), so it's funny I should think of it on this beautiful morning here at our sleepy Dutch "Borderij".
And yesterday's sunset was no less spectacular. Once again, it was like the scene of an impressionist painting, as the sun dipped down, past the dunes, disappearing into the North Sea, and leaving the Zeeland countryside with nothing but the moon's rays to illuminate it.
Once the show was over, it was time to come back down to Earth. We piled into the car and drove out to the vet, who told me that my dog's split nail was nothing to worry about. Then we read books together and had a fantastic dinner. What was I complaining about a couple days ago? Life here in Zeeland is good... if only we can see the sun.