A lazy morning, the sun is hiding behind the rain. Fresh coffee smell fills the house. Maybe I should make those cinnamon date rolls?
After lingering in bed until I’m pretty fully awake I get up and wander out of the room. You are reading the news while waiting for bread to turn into crisp toast. The jam and butter sit brightly on the table, ready for your feast.
The hot kettle is simmering and ready for my tea. Maybe I should make banana nut bread?
I take some bread and whatever else strikes my fancy for breakfast.
We sit in companionable silence eating peacefully. You mention an article, I refer to a book, we remember librairies and books our children loved.
Our critter keeps our feet warm and hopes for some tidbit.
Sunday morning bliss.
Love, February