Sunday is for slow, not for rushing. Sunday is for pyjamas well into the day. Pottering and catching up. Ticking small things of lists. Baking cakes, slow cooking soup for the week ahead, roasting potatoes. Should leaving the house be an option, Sunday is for browsing, cafe stops and ambling walks in the woods.
Sunday is for building Lego or finding mini beasts under stones in the garden. Time lengthens on a Sunday and Sunday lends itself to details and patience. While a small boy is absorbed, in the warm sun, I’ve finished a book and drunk endless cups of tea. Between times we’ve baked and brought slow order to a house disordered by busy holidays. And yes, at 4pm I’m still in my pyjamas.
I love the rhythm of a slow Sunday.
How was your Sunday?