sunday morning was overcast and chilly enough for a sweater, and i was so excited. looking forward to a busy week ahead, a quiet day at home was all i could wish for.
the smell of homemade biscuits in the oven, the sound of iron and wine, and me, under my big white comforter reading the poisonwood bible. maybe i would never have to move...
the picture of contentment, the most perfect of mornings.
Oh my gosh, those look so good!! Your Sunday sounds like perfection. :)
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