Doesn't that sound heavenly? It would if you're used to getting up between 4:30 and 5 a.m. during the summer hours. I just can't sleep when it's light out. Was I a farmer (or his wife) in another life with chickens to feed? What is it that compels me to be up when old Sol peeks over the eastern horizon?
Of course there's also something else that keeps me in bed. It's called THE COLD. Who wants to put their feet on a cold floor when Mr. Duvet is toasty warm (without the crumbs, of course).
I have this hankering to bake, too. Muffins, cookies, and pumpkin bread. That urge lasts until about Christmas and then thankfully goes away. (Just in time for the annual diet to begin. You know, the one that lasts all of a couple of days before hunger puts an end to it.)