I've taken countless photos of my tea tray in the morning. The cups change, as does my oatmeal bowl, but rarely anything else. Sometimes the light is just right coming in the window, or if the weather is cool, I'll take it out with the chickens.
There's just something about it. Calming. Sets the tone for the day. A morsel of quiet that's just all mine. I guard it jealously. Light a candle, drink my tea and I'm good. Today I sat in the living room, dimly lit with just the morning sun coming in through the curtains---pumpkin candle for scent, with Pug Daisy in my lap. A pretty sweet slice of Heaven.
And today is clear of any responsibility, which rarely happens. With it being Confirmation Sunday tomorrow, another person is buying flowers from the florist for the service, so my altar flower duty is clear. Two of our girls are being confirmed and have been going to classes at church all summer. Oldest daughter and the least one are the ones, along with about 7 others. We'll have a sweet service, then a dinner.
Looking forward to it very much.
