Slow Saturday Mornings
Biscuits in the oven, coffee on the porch, and nowhere to be until noon.
Saturday mornings are the one part of the week I guard like it's my job.
Nobody sets an alarm. Someone puts the kettle on. The biscuits go in around eight, and by the time they come out the whole house is up and hovering around the kitchen.
What a slow morning looks like here
- Coffee first, phone later
- Something warm from the oven
- One small project, if we feel like it, and none if we don't
It isn't fancy. It's the part of the week I'd miss most.
Sarah
