It’s Sunday morning and it’s cold. 20° when I got up at 7am. Brrrr.
Cold or not, though, the whole day stretches before me. What will it bring? What will we do?
A hearty homemade breakfast, that’s pretty certain. Sausage and eggs, I think. And then?
Perhaps a drive somewhere pretty? A country road or along the ocean?
Perhaps a stop somewhere for a drink and a snack. Or a little shopping somewhere quaint.
Or maybe we should stay home and do some yard work. And knitting.
I know one thing, whether we venture out or stay home, late afternoon will find us by the fire, with a cocktail and oven roasted tomatoes & goat cheese.
I love the possibilities of a Sunday without plans.