It’s Saturday morning, 7:30. Early for a weekend day. I’ve already been to the grocery store and started laundry. My husband and daughter are en route to a swim meet, our near-teenaged son is still sleeping, and the kitties are lying in sunbeams, shedding fur in clumps now that summer is here.
I’m sitting in the lounge chair by our front windows, green smoothie on the sill, my bare feet up on the chaise cushion. Birds trill, insects buzz, and Bob Marley croons softly from the record my husband left spinning for me.
The early summer air is cool and fresh. It smells like green leaves, hay, and sunshine. Sunlight stretches across the garden. The butterfly plants — red, orange, white, and purple coneflowers — are already in full sun; the herb garden is in the shade of our neighbor’s dogwood. The morning shadows are long, but they’ll soon shorten.
In the time it took me to type the previous paragraph, the sun rose enough to drench the basil in light. Happily, our basil is thriving. We’ve already made two batches of homemade pesto this summer, and I bought pine nuts today so we can make more. We started in with the basil gin smashes last night as well, and I use the basil in a basic chick pea salad that’s been my staple lunch this week (chicks peas, lemon juice, olive oil, basil, salt). We will still have basil to spare, though. If you have favorite basil uses, please send them my way.
Summer Saturday mornings are lovely. Especially when enjoyed sitting by an open window with a soundtrack of reggae and birdsong. The day stretches before me. It will probably be filled cutting grass, pulling weeds, work I need to catch up on, laundry, heat and strong sun. Maybe a trip to the nursery to find some annuals to fill gaps in the garden.
But for now, it’s soft and cool, nothing but leisure time for me to practice writing blog posts on my phone.*
*More to come.
Butterfly Mind 
Good Saturday morning!
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Beautiful description. Just this morning I was able to sit on our front porch with my coffee enjoying much of the same scenery as you – birds greeting the morning, the soft light of the rising sun, and a faint lawn mower off in the distance. As I get older, mornings like that are quickly becoming my favorite time of day, as long as I’m up before the baby.
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Beautifully written, I loved that read.
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Ah doesn’t that sound like a perfect morning!! Beautifully written 🙂 it felt like things were happening in front of my eyes!
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Writing a blog post on the phone is an interesting exercise. I’ve discovered yet again that my Johnny come lately life to living on a phone has limited my writing skills too one finger typing.
It’s a process. I’ve tried the two thumbs deal and the swiping across keyboard thing which works a little better but hardly error free and has made me realize how many words there are with double letters. LOL.
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Haha! I’m right there with you. I’m a single finger typer on the phone. I’m trying the landscape-view two-thumb thing, but it’s taking practice.
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Your descriptions provide a great feel of a leisurely Summer Saturday morning held by the “soundtrack of reggae and birdsong”. Delightful 🙂
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Love this! I like to freeze pesto to enjoy it during the winter. I often make it with macadamia nuts instead of pine nuts.
I’ve made strawberry basil lemonade. I love basil lemon chicken.
My favorite is heirloom tomatoes with basil, fresh mozzarella, and olive oil.
Sounds like a wonderful summer morning.
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