The small pleasures of a day off at the end of the week (I have to work the next 3 days of the holiday weekend, but I prefer to ignore that right now): coffee on the back deck while the kids are over taking care of their horses, a beautiful breeze blowing from the bay and the lake, the sounds of the breeze in the willow trees and the mourning doves singing. I love mourning doves.
It’s supposed to be blistering hot today, but as long as this breeze keeps blowing it should be bearable at home. We are lucky to live right between a bay and Lake Ontario – it tends to keep things cooler, plus there is almost always a breeze that keeps the heat and a lot of the mosquitos away.
I should probably try to be more industrious today and clean house, do laundry and attack the unending list of things to do, but today I have decided that the Queen is probably not showing up for elevenses, so I’m going to stack the dishwasher, find a book and take up residence under the willow in the hammock. At some point the kids and I might head down to the lake to swim and collect skipping stones to take to the island. This is the year that I finally get the stone to skip 6 times. I know it is.