There is always coffee



Weekend mornings mean coffee and magazine reading in the garden. It may also mean a walk to the Bread Bar for breakfast, if we are really lucky.  A breakfast that will keep us going so that lunch is skipped in favour of an early drawn out dinner. A dinner that is always, always, followed by dessert. Oh how I love the weekend. 






Today is Monday and there will be none of the above. There is coffee of course, always, always coffee, and then garbage to take out, a run and work to get to. But there will be sweet summer peaches today on my morning granola - so I have that.

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