In the summer months we see a weekend in the city as a type of penance for the moments spent on the island. As the weather cools down we start to appreciate the city Saturdays for the gift of getting things done, seeing friends, birthday parties and the like.
I woke early this morning after a busy week, excited about all that today could mean. Finishing the rag doll for a new precious baby, tidying Georgia's room, giving everyone new bed linens, watering and weeding the garden, vacuuming the drywall dust from the patching done in our house this week or painting the picket fence that is finally installed. Cutting out the mock up of the high waisted pants that I'm dying to make, making shepherd's pie for dinner.
We started the day with pancakes on the front porch in sweaters and if nothing else happens today apart from the beginnings of a good Globe crossword, I will feel like it's already a perfect day. I hope you're having a nice time in your world. Happy weekend!
3 comments:
Lying reading on the hill next to the dog bowl in Bellwoods, perfect.
It sounds like absolutely the perfect day and perfect weekend.
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