A Rainy Saturday Morning

The rain pounded hard all through the night, and here I was sleeping in until late. It still was a steady downpour as I pushed Goldyn out through the door to do his usual morning routine. He didn't even want to stay out in the rain for too long. The tiny green hummingbird was sucking the feeder completely dry, he kept coming back, as if begging for more. My husband called for a hot breakfast treat, some blueberry waffles, sausage, eggs, and a cup of hot coffee for now.

I smiled as I started to cook, I love to be in on these thick rainy days. I made some fresh syrup to replenish the hummingbird feeder; the little bird seemed so happy and pleased. I stirred up the waffles and began to pour batter into my parents' old grill. That waffle iron has made so many batches over 74 years, I love how its faithful to work even now! The sausage is steaming, the eggs almost done, when I happen to catch the start of a sentimental dog movie just coming on.

Everyone is now fed and so full, Goldyn and I are still in the kitchen dancing to songs that we've heard. He always leads me, his paws at my waist, his tail wags for balance, and he seems to just grin. I love rainy Saturdays for time to be thankful for each of my loved ones, as well as reclaim my joy and my peace . . .

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