A lovely day of freedom

Yesterday was just a wonderful day. The kind of day that just doesn't happen that often. An entire day off of work, no forced naps to take so I can stay awake all night at work; no forced errands to run; no chores to do (at least none I felt like doing). Really, nothing to do except for whatever I felt like. 

The kind of day where...

I actually have the time to eat those last little wrinkled, shriveled blueberries in my cereal

And time for meditation in my sun porch while the cicadas hum and the birds sing

And I actually have time to go out to pick a fresh boquet from my garden

And snap photos futilely trying to capture the beaded glow of dew on rose petals in the morning sun

And make a salad for lunch with veggies from my own garden, including a beautiful sweet red banana pepper

And lazing around in the living room

Enjoying the fresh, new furniture set-up

And using an antique tea-pot to water my plants (something very fun about watering plants with a tea-pot)

And then spending the afternoon with my sister-in-law, creating a special birthday cake for a special redhead who turned 30. Watching the chiffon batter fluidly fold into the pan

And feeling quite professional using her baking scale to measure out ingredients to the last, precise little gram

And enjoying an mouthwatering, juicy red plum that was so juicy it could only be eaten while leaning over the sink...and that is a sign that you have yourself a wonderfully ripe, delicious piece of fruit

Yes, in all, it was quite an all-around magnificent sort of day.