Sundays are the days I am making a concerted effort to slow down. With Monday morning looming before me, I want to squeeze every last bit of sweet weekend from my Sunday. My husband and I recently adopted a toddler, so it’s become much more challenging to slow things down and soak in the delicious weekend. All too often, Monday morning arrives, and I feel that the weekend flashed before me so quickly that I couldn’t even tell you what I did. No more!
I am making a promise to myself to keep Sundays sacred. By that, I just mean that I don’t want to book every moment of the day with responsibility. I want to leave it open to revel in the mundane. Don’t stay on a set schedule. Take some time to prepare a special meal, maybe even invite friends over. It’s sunny? Well then spend the day in the garden or go to the park and have a picnic. It’s raining? Stay inside and work on a sewing project. Pop some popcorn and watch a movie. Play a board game. I’m calling it Slow Sunday, and today was my first.
Today was a perfect start to the ritual – I got up with the boy and let the man sleep in while I made a simple French toast breakfast. After a relaxing morning, we headed out to the farmers market. We are fortunate enough to live in a place where there are year round farmers markets, and we take full advantage, even in the winter months. During the bleak days of winter, there are only a few vendors and brave patrons out there. But spring has hit Seattle, and today’s market was truly hopping. We loved seeing all of the stalls bursting the vibrant tulips and the volumes of vegetable and floral starts. We picked up some much needed rosemary and dill and some vegetable staples.
We called up our friends, and by 5:00 had a lovely soirée filled with plenty of sun soaking, lounging and catching up. Oh, and of course, there was an abundance of meat involved.
It was a day filled with sunshine, fresh produce, family and good friends. Now I have my feet up, relaxing on the couch and feel ready to take on Monday.