Perfect Sunday Afternoon

As I wrote last night:

This evening is one of those evenings where everything just seems too perfect. I have a pineapple upside down cake baking in the Dutch oven, the sky is blue, the grass is green, the pool is full, and the only real sound around is the rat-tat-tat of the sprinkler and the birds chirping in the trees.

The air is cool in the shade, recovering form another 100° assault, but the soft breezes bring cool refreshment as it blows through the shaded trees, across the misting sprinkler and onto the shaded and cooling porch. The aroma of the yellow cake wafting from the Dutch oven is welcomed, as well as tantalizing. It won’t be long before the time comes to pop it out and eat it.

There are no meetings to attend, no goals to achieve, no assignments to fulfill. It is a splendid, beautiful, most welcomed and thoroughly enjoyed afternoon.