The Hamill Home

Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni was still asleep.  Mma Ramotswe was always the first to arise in the morning, and she enjoyed the brief private time before the others would get up and start making demands of her.  There would be breakfast to prepare, children's clothes to find, husband's clothes to find, too; there would a hundred things to do.  But that lay half an hour or so ahead; for the time being she could be alone in her garden, as the sun came up over the border to the east....  There was no finer time of day than this, she thought, when the air was cool and when, amidst the lower branches of the trees, there was still a hint, just a merest hint, of translucent white mist.

Tea Time for the Traditionally Built - Alexander McCall Smith