It wasn’t until early afternoon that the bed got made at our house on Saturday.
A soft, slow fog settled over the harbour in the night and didn’t truly clear away till sometime on Sunday.
The temps were a bit cooler than they have been but the humidity was high and it seemed like the perfect weekend for lazing about.
Honestly, we haven’t had much time for that since moving and it felt sweet to have no place to rush off to.
Gentle my home and gentle my spirit
Gift to me a pleasant and a simple day
Teach me to be mindful of a jar of sand dollars
And the sun casting shadows across the windowsill.