When I was a little girl my dad had a way of putting a positive spin on things during a challenging week. “It’s Wednesday–Hump Day!” he would quip. “Friday will be here before you know it!”
This rainy Vermont Wednesday morning the air outside is clean scrubbed. Inside a little of the the maple-cinnamon oatmeal I made earlier still hangs in the air, along with the summery fresh watermelon I just cubed for my lunch. I raise my coffee cup to you and your Wednesday. (And to you, Dad; thanks.)
2 thoughts on “Wednesday Morning”
Happy Wednesday, Deb!
Thanks, Rebecca! Right back at ya!