sunday brunch

Yesterday was waking up and seeing the red sunrise against the trees as I lay there for hours, not sleeping and not wishing I could sleep, but just happily resting and then falling into a nap again till 9. It was visiting the local shops and figuring out which ones I would buy my milk, eggs and cheese at and which ones had the best local fruits, and how all the prices differed. I shop now with a cooler in the car for perishables since I get sidetracked on little roads, discovering flower shops with columbine and cherry tomatoes, and waterfalls and garage sale signs. I think I may have found the hutch we need for the kitchen (at the place that sells glass bottles of milk)  ~ it's old and wooden with glass doors and would look perfect with my Pyrex bowls in it.


Yesterday was a long nap right in the middle of the day, with sunlight coming glowing through the four windows in the bedroom, right after I set two homeade loaves of bread to rise and four quiche crusts to chill in the fridge. It was a little drowsy reading and a little listening to the woodpecker and then when I got up I finished the quiches and made a dozen and a half banana blueberry muffins. A short walk with a huge red hot-air balloon swooshing by low overhead. A tidying up of garden tools and another water for all the transplants ~ oregano, echinacea, lady's mantle, coral bells, marjoram, lemon thyme, shasta daisies, yellow iris.


And today was ~

before mother's day brunch

after brunch

the back porch

33.5 weeks

the yellow velvet couch, with its tweed back!

Happy sunday, happy weekending, happy mother's day.

xo brooke

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