9.08.2014

:: Sunday mornings ::



Sunday mornings mean deliciously, strong coffee and book reading out on the patio in the garden, 
as we take in nature and our beautiful surroundings, and watch as the world slowly wake up. 




It may also mean a quick drive across the river to Granite City 
for brunch, if we are really lucky. 



A brunch that will fill us so much, that even dinner is skipped in favor of a light snack, 
or perhaps just ice cream. After all, Sunday always, always includes ice cream. 
Oh how I love the weekend. 












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