Looking through my window savoring blue skies and the warmth of the sun on my face.
I am thinking about family connections and the threads that run through all of us.
I am thankful for so much, most of all a husband that loves me dearly.
From the kitchen, all is quiet. The chief cook and bottle washer is snoring gently in another room.
I am wearing a fuzzy soft blue robe.
I am capturing the magic of flowers on my table.
I am going to relax into this day.
I am reading flea market style magazines and delighting in the possiblitiles.
I am hoping to go exploring somewhere today.
I am hearing traffic mixed with birdsong and the creaking of our house as it settles.
Around the house, two fat cats dream of tender vittles in their bowl.
Sunday morning bliss.