Ahhhhhhhh. The Saturday Morning I’ve been longing for, but hadn’t been able to grasp hold of in so many months.
Sleeping in until my internal clock wakes me up. No alarms. (This meant 7:17am.)
Lazily rolling out of bed, still deciding what the day might hold.
Opening the curtains to let the dreary daylight shine in.
Doing 10 minutes of easy yoga stretches just to get the kinks out.
No working out. (who, me?)
Showering even before my husband wakes.
Deciding it’s a perfect day for canning. Driving to Sheryl’s to retrieve my canning supplies at 8:45am.
Wanting doughnuts for breakfast and giving in (for the first time in at least a year.)
Bringing home peanut crunch and coconut crunch doughnuts.
Cutting each down the middle to share with my husband.
Enjoying doughnuts, sipping, coffee and playing Settlers together at the breakfast table.
Starting the canning process before 10am.
Process 16 quarts of tomatoes to yield 6 pints of salsa and 8 pints of marinara.
Having only one can not seal.
Pulling a cardigan over my shoulders because suddenly it’s Fall.