It was a perfect Sunday, waking to church bells and birds singing.
A lovely cuddle, breakfast, a bit of reading, a bit of chores. A wonderful breakfast made by my
The weather was so beautiful we had to go for a walk thru the veggie gardens and along the so-called river.
It was time to do a bit of reading, a bit of writing.
There is not one thing exciting in any of this, but at the same time the feeling of peace and contentment could not have been higher.