Sunday mornings are my favorite part of the week. During the school year they generally lose their pristine quality by noon time when I'm stuck studying at a coffee shop or catching up on the week's readings. But mornings...there's something beautifully untouched about Sunday mornings for me. I was feeling particularly sentimental today because the humidity has broken and the sun was shining. Because I doubt I'll be living in a small town in a years time, I thought I would document the splendor that is Sunday morning, Missouri style.
a cup of delicious coffee. a few weeks ago i decided life is too short for folgers.
as my per my sunday morning routine, I got some sun tea brewing on my front steps.
good morning.
sunday mornings are nothing without a delicious breakfast, shared with my housemate, robin. the key is fresh basil.
whether I like it or not, sunday mornings include lockey, my neighbor's annoying cat who likes to rub up against my legs and purr. i pretend to hate him, but i really don't.
sunday mornings should always involve the people you love...
...who are kind enough to drop by and sit on your front porch with you before they head off for the day.
sunday morning involves reading on the front porch.
this week is marilynne robinson's 'housekeeping'.
Of course, even the most pristine Sunday mornings can be interrupted by reality and my relatively bumbling nature. Shortly after this picture was taken, I spilled half a cup of coffee on my white shirt and proceeded to curse all the way down the basement steps to the washing machine where I then proceeded to stub my toe and head careening into the dryer. Oh well.
annoyed
