This past weekend was a long one. There is a lot to love about long weekends.
I loved two consecutive hot cups of tea. Instead of the usual tepid first one and and stone cold second. (Throwing caution to the wind, I did try for a third…with tepid results.)
I also loved finally turning a corner with the mixy-matchy ‘I’m really not sure about this coming together’ blanket. I’m still not sure, but not as not sure as before.
We explored, and visited and spent time with loved family. Ending in long waves out car windows until they were just specks in the distance.
There were cousins and sunsets, long talks and games.
Not to forget that there was also cake. Scrumptious cakes on long weekends, bought from farmers markets and eaten with loved ones. That’s a pretty good long weekend I think.