Sunday

These are the days of a candle on the mantle and an open front door; the cool air of fall and baking we've not yet done - (this year, because nuts aren't in our budget, and what is carrot cake or oatmeal cookies without nuts?)  These days have flowers on the kitchen table, nearby lightswitch flipped 'off,' the rustle of mom and her paper on the Sunday porch, and an ongoing rumble of clothes in the dryer.  Expectation for tonight's dinner plans, rest, and a delay of the future's inevitable - Mondays, money, moves.  For now it's Sunday, and I have no homework.  I do have tea and a mercifully clean heart.  Life is good.