Morning sight

Whenever it's reasonable weather in the morning after breakfast, I usually brush my teeth on the porch by the entrance. It's such a lovely way to greet the morning and to smell the fresh air of the day. My phone couldn't make justice of the blue Cikoria plants that the cows reject so I tried to fiddle with the settings in the picture-app in the computer but I don't think it's quite there yet. With some imagination I think you can get the basic feeling of the spot. 
No other blips today. The woodpile is nearly stacked but I won't bore you with even more of the same. If it's the only blip tomorrow when the stack is done, you'll know how it looks.