The Luxury of a Lazy Sunday

Stop
and take time.
Keep time, waste time, watch time, make time.
Time to fill the apartment with warm, spicy smells.
Oatmeal cookies with almonds, spices, and dried fruit.
(I'm bringing them into work to share so stop by room 34.)

Time for saving and savoring, time for pruning and preserving.
Time for things that take time.
Spicy pickled baby carrots.
A sharp little taste, a little heat in cold vinegar.
A smile in the cold.


Time for the kind of lunch I couldn't have at work:
Salmon-egg salad with garden herbs on challah toast
Spicy pickles.
Beer.

Time to turn on some tunes,
pick up knitting, crosswords, sudoku.
Time for bubble bath and laundry neatly folded,
for delicates hanging to dry.

For my new spring hemp blouse (6 inches done this weekend!)

Time for new garden friends, outdoors and in.

In my wildest dreams I couldn't have created the design on this orchid.
I hope it will be happy here.

Time to lounge, to loaf, to snooze, to stretch out on the couch with your kitty
and just be.

Mmm hmm.