Sunday nights are my new fave. There’s an owl making his voice heard; his hooting is slow. Lazy. A true Southern drawl of a hoot. The lake is calm and only one lone boat remains on the lake; it’s inhabitants, two fisherman, cling to the lingering light and drift toward the shore where the fish are heading for a minnow dinner.
Today, there was laundry. grocery shopping, a late lunch that turned into an early dinner {or supper since I am in the South}, and some sweet California strawberries with freshly made lemon shortcakes. There was recipe testing {crackers made with freshly chopped Rosemary} and multiple episodes of Grey’s Anatomy {season one on dvd}.
Screen doors were opened and a fan blew most of the evening since the oven was on and really heating up our small cottage.
The evening is slowly winding down. There’s laundry to fold and a bed to be made with freshly laundered sheets {don’t you just love slipping into clean, sweet smelling sheets at the end of a weekend?}.
Monday mornings are a bit less dreadful when Sundays linger and leave behind a fresh Spring breeze in their wake.
