Most mornings that I open my eyes I feel happy although “ happy “ may not be the best word but with pains and all I feel ready to do what needs to be done and I have admitted that the thought of my first cup of coffee is close to exciting. I love the smell of grinding fresh coffee beans that I once mixed myself when I shopped. I like strong dark coffee so I discovered that mixing French, Italian, and that which moves me when shopping. I’m not a fan of flavored coffee especially hazelnut.
I’m grateful for morning coffee and there’s a special place for those who surprise me... a cup of jo and breakfast afterwards is even better!😍🥰😜