It's a lovely, lazy summer Sunday here in our neck of the woods and so far the only productive thing we’ve done today is to get in the car and ride on over to our sweet little local diner on Main Street. They know us there and we never need menus. The mailman is in the kitchen on Sunday mornings slinging hash and listening to oldies on the radio. He makes one heck of a Western omelet and is the only short order cook I know who does eggs over medium just the way I like 'em.
It's day of simple pleasures. Sleeping 'til 8, watching Jesse watch the birds, playing ball with James, enjoying the breeze and drinking coffee with a dear friend who popped by on her morning walk. We're spinning big dreams, making plans and moving our little world closer to where we want to be. Happy peaceful summer day.
