Saturday, September 7
As our nine-year-old son chanted happily this morning, "Saturday, Saturday, Where would I be without you, Saturday?"
We had our first leisurely Saturday morning breakfast of the school year today and I was struck by the dishes that I chose to use. When I got married fourteen years ago, my mantra was "Give Me All White Dishes, or Give Me Death!" How different things are on our table now!
One of the things that I like the most about Saturdays is the space I have in the day to do whatever strikes my fancy. Today, I went into Home Goods for a broom... but came out with an Italian terraotta planter and a wastebasket for our daughter's room. Ooops.