Sunday Mornings

From Donna= Sunday mornings bring their own peace. No matter your religion or belief Sundays seem to be special. There is a quietness for the first little bit before the work begins. You go to bed Saturday night saying good-bye to one week and wake up saying hello to another.
Whether the sky is an exuberant pink, red and blue or a soft grey it is Sunday.
Breakfast is a little different- in our house anyway. Jim has been dieting, so there is extra love and a few extra calories for the start of the day.
The roosters' songs are sweeter and the dog tail wags wagglier.
There is as much work to do, but the pace seems slower. Maybe that's just a wish, but that's OK. I'll take it. I like having special days.
Today will be the same chores- feeding, caring for our oldies in the barn, watering horses and gardens, doing chicken, cat and dog chores, maybe cleaning a little- but it will be Sunday. Maybe friends will call, email or FaceBook. Maybe someone will choose to rescue a pet and make a new forever friend. Maybe some someone's heart will soften a little and view a former foe as a possible friend. All that is possible because it it Sunday.
Thank you to Cathy C, Cathy S, Lisa A, Carla G, Janis P, Debra C, Maurya F and all those who have helped Home At Last. You are special every day.