You will frequently find me posting 'odes to Sundays'. Sundays have become our favorite day of the week and sometimes it is hard to leave the hammocks on the back patio. Often times I am happy to spend all day reading in a hammock, watching the chickens, and drinking lots of iced coffee.
When we finally leave the house whatever activity entails is required to be relaxing. On this particular Sunday, the beginning was spent relaxing in the living room due to Kyle recovering from his recent foot surgery.
Our German friend Claudia (a current Granada House resident) and I snuck away for an excursion to the farmers market. I always end up spending all my cash on frivolous things once there, such as fancy vietnamese iced coffee, chocolate almond croissants, and homemade olive tapenade. But some how I never regret it.
One thing I want to get into the habit of again is filling our home with fresh market flowers. I used to faithfully place flowers throughout our home, but that has fallen to the wayside as of late.
We regularly have friends (and friends of friends) cohabitating with us in our house. Somehow, someway we have adopted a 'communal' living style. With that, our daily lives take on new routines from our housemates. Claudia always prepares an afternoon snack of fresh baked bread, cheese, and fruits and vegetables. As she puts it, "this is very German". Every Granada House resident has left behind their legacy and Claudia's with be the sharing of food - we sit down and enjoy food together at least once a day.
I love words - reading them, writing them, exercising them in my brain (wish I could sing them!). That also means regularly discovering other people's words. I came across the website Hello Poetry and found a poem about Sunday that perfectly suits this sequence Claudia (secretly) captured of Kyle, Jasper, and I:
Anything that makes noise
Should not be done on a Sunday.
Don’t mow the lawn,
Don’t vacuum your home.
Respect the stillness that is meant to be.
There are but few exceptions
(However, your yard work and
Home improvement projects are not included).
The birds singing, for example.
Or the sound of breakfast sizzling
Or the whisper of coffee pouring.
The loudest thing that should be heard
Is the laughter of company.
Family and friends are what the day is for.
If you don’t have those, then meet a stranger
So that next week, you have a friend for Sunday.