Sometimes, this is enough. An ordinary day, mostly a Sunday. When you simple exist in harmony with your self. Waking up at 8 am, lounging, sipping tea, watching the vast expanse of greens, and the birds making chirping noises. Having a slow start to the day. Preparing breakfast and lunch, and zillion things in between that the kitchen demands.
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Refilling the containers with salt, sugar and spice. Cutting new pouches, pouring in glass jars and placing them neatly. Sometimes, this is enough. Seeing your tea and coffee jars filled. A nap in the afternoon, evening tea and walk, then waiting for the dusk and a date with the self. Sometimes, this is enough. Or should I say more than enough.