Sunday, August 31, 2014

On Sunday, when it rains

To sleep late on Sunday, cozy in bed and lulled by the cloudy skies and the soft pitter patter of rain hitting the balcony, is perhaps one of life's greatest pleasures.  It's been one of those days so far, the kind for mushroom omelets, flickering candles and one too many cups of coffee.  

We've had an icky August--it has rained or been cold just about every day this month--but today I won't complain.  Sometimes a Sunday wrapped in blankets listening to drip, drop, drip, drop is just what the soul needs.  


Linda A said...

Pretty darn cozy!

Anonymous said...

Just beautiful, as always.

I have lived in San Diego for over four years now, and I can't tell you how much I miss those cozy, rainy days! They are so special!