berries for breakfast
We’ve given up counting (and complaining about) how many days and nights and inches of snow we’ve had. At some point, it just is. And today we’re embracing the untold inches that fell all day yesterday and all night—it’s spectacular! Besides, Sunday is always my brunch date with my Number Four, one of my best boys. It’s also Bacon Day. Bacon and eggs and raspberry scones with wickedly good toppings. I took my first bite and he began singing, in his most excellent, exaggerated John Mayer whine: Your Breakfast Is A Wonderland. Like I said, one of my best boys.
I hope you’re having a feast of a day.