Lazy Sunday

Nothing happened.

It was warm so we opened the French windows, and the room was flooded with light and air. The cats drifted in and out, lolled around on the carpet or slept in sunbeams. Occasionally there was a very soft breeze. Even the plants looked happy.

We did nothing. Hung around, watched a bit of TV. I say nothing, R mowed the front lawn because we didn't want to look like that family in this pristine neighbourhood. But the back is still rampant with dandelions. Recently learned that you can make jelly from them.

There was nothing to fret about, just a blue sky day. Can't have too many of those.