The Good Morning

A splattered Nicomedes one Christmas morning. 

Sometimes staying in is just sweet bliss.
Not quite sleeping in and getting up at noon, but waking up as the earliest rays trickle into your room; the stillness of a sleeping household; stepping out to feel the cool air and dew drops from hovering trees; taking your time to brew your own beans; the animals awaking and coming over to greet as you check out today’s paper, coffee cup in hand.
This, for me, is the way to start a weekend.

I live through my rituals, and slowly easing into the day is one I’ve enjoyed since I was young.

And though I prefer not to live in the past, the old house has been in my thoughts lately.





     What is your weekend ritual?