Remember the song by Lionel Richie...Easy Like Sunday Morning?
That's what this morning feels like here at our lakehouse cottage.
Soft, and relaxed.
The sun is enveloped in clouds, yet the air is warm.
There's a soft breeze causing little ripples to form on the water.
The filtered sunlight dances on each individual ripple, causing the surface to look like diamonds sparkling on top of the water.
I love mornings like this.
The only sounds you hear are the songs of the Finches.
The party people from last night are still sleeping, so Sunday mornings here at the lake are always quiet.
Hubby left early for a trip down state.
I work tomorrow, so I stayed home.
Sometimes it's nice to have the cottage to myself on a peaceful morning.
My niece gets the results to the CT scan that will tell if the chemo is keeping the tumor in her colon from getting any larger...tomorrow.
Please pray for a good report.
Thank you for keeping her lifted up to the Lord.
Here's a peek at my favorite way to enjoy a morning muffin....served on a recent estate sale rose plate, placed on layers of luscious lace, and linens.
While sipping fresh orange juice from a pretty little antique glass found at a sweet little cottage shop.
Is it worth all the fuss?