In the morning you can watch the kettle boil, which of course never happens. Or you can open your eyes and look around.
Fortunately for me, in the woods there is always something beautiful to see. Today I had a look over to see how fall is settling with the hawthorn Twerp. Then I looked over the prickly pear into the forest beyond.
When I looked back my grandma’s kettle was magically boiled. The coffee was delish!
Tiny House Ontario 
Funny how that always seems to work, isn’t it? It’s like watching snowfall… if you keep looking, it won’t stick unfortunately :p