Sunday Morning, Simply Perfect

Sunday mornings are a bit laid back around here, at least for me. Emery was up very early and worked in the garden while I slept in a bit. We skipped church today.
Breakfast consisted of a beautiful Tuscan cantaloupe, locally grown, fragrant and bright. Yogurt with honey, and a tiny croissant. A steaming cup of espresso completed the meal. We ate at our kitchen table, well worn wood, nothing fancy, rather farm like kitchen atmosphere. Deep red walls half way up, then a border of roses and white above. Wine rack blending into the deep red...it looks right.
This breakfast, leisurely taken as there was nothing pressing us to hurry. Time is ours. Not a care in the world. No schedules, no demands. We sit exchanging glances filled with love and contentment. No words needed at times, we can almost read each others minds after 28 years together. But we both love to talk so lively conversation peppers the quiet morning and laughter is often heard. So much joy to living !
This meal a simple fare to be sure but delightful all the same. I love summer fruits and vegetables, locally grown or better yet from our own garden. They have such color and their scent, almost like a taste.After the meal was finished, Emery off to work with Casimir on his truck, I lingered at the table, pouring one more cup of espresso, just not willing to give up this moment in time.
Andrea Bocelli ( Viaggio Italiano) on the CD player. His glorious voice moving me to tears at times as I sit, thinking.
Out of the blue, I started to think about gas prices.
Last week I thought a lot about how gasoline prices keep getting higher. I heard $5 a gallon in the future. It made me wish we lived where stores were in walking distance. A butcher, baker, flower shop, outdoor markets bursting with activity. I would love to walk, cloth bag or basket in hand to pick out the days needs. We have gotten ourselves into this mess of dependency on gasoline. Local shops are a thing of the past. Driving miles to super stores have chased them all away. I wonder if enterprising folks will see the need and build up the down towns areas in cities or neighborhoods and create a bit of a European atmosphere and at the same time. This would cut down on the need for fossil fuel by allowing people to walk to the markets. Funny thing about walking, is that you also get good talking time, good communication. You see the people in your neighborhood, you talk to them and become acquainted with them in ways not possible when all you see is your neighbor hopping into their car and driving off to who knows where.
Mothers talk to their small children as they walk, pointing out things, sharing memories. Babies get taken out for walks in their carriages, enjoying fresh air and a soothing ride that calms them.
It feels like a perfect morning.

A Tuscan Cantaloupe

Breakfast today

Limoncello, the final step, letting it steep for another 30 -40 days.