In the early morning hours before Mom's paranoid guinea hen starts calling out warning cries or the dog starts barking hysterically at hawks hovering in the sky, the sun peers over the mountains chasing the fog off the fields.
I love mornings in the country. Everything is fresh, cool and damp. Even in summer. The ground is blanketed with dew and soaks through shoes when walking through grass. In the winter, inhaling morning air is cleansing and refreshing. In the summer, it smells of grass, the creek and moss.
Photos courtesy of Apollo.