Sunday mornings

On Sunday mornings, I love to stand at my kitchen

window, cup of coffee in hand and watch the birds
at the feeder.

It doesn't matter that my kitchen is just four walls
(well, 3 1/2 really)...there are no cabinets, no stove,
no fridge....just windows.

I dream of the day when our farmhouse remodel is
complete and we live there full time.  We have such
a long way to go and somedays, I feel we'll never
get there. 

But the birds bring me peace, they tell me they will
wait for me to get there and then we will be together
always.