Summer Sunday

The heat isn't quite on at 6 AM in the desert, so I grab my newspaper and morning drink of choice and enjoy the new patio furniture.

Church is next.

I often feel grateful for "the concert" offered to those of us who choose to go to church. The song they are singing here was particularly rich.

Apron is on and a meal is prepared.

A little bit of this and a little bit of that. There's something for the carnivore, the vegetarian and the pasta lover in all.

And so a Sunday passes.