Sunny Sunday Morning
Fresh pastries, a pot of aromatic earl grey tea, the Sunday paper packed with supplements on culture and style and food, fruit juice sparkling as the sun throws long shadows across my little city balcony, a sun which finally possesses sufficient strength to cut through the chilly stubborn wintery air which has dogged the UK weather for the last 6 months. Spring has arrived, my balcony is getting green, and surrounded by newly potted plants purchased from a little garden centre squeezed politely alongside North Dulwich’s train station, my partner and I sat down yesterday morning to a Sunny Sunday morning. Every day should begin this way, but as today’s sardine-squished tube journey has reminded me, very few do. Hence why I felt it only appropriate to share the momentous morning that kicked off yesterday’s Sunday so well, instilling hope into us both that the Summer is on its way.
Wishing you all a good week 🙂
love the food ❤
it loox like one of your little norms in the background of the picture with the red chrysanthymum.