These lazy mornings at the cottage begin with a strip of pink on my bedroom wall, a slice of sunrise squeezing through the blind and the window sill. When the pink softens to a yellow glow, I get out of bed and press the ‘brew’ button on the coffee maker. Someone always grinds the coffee the night before; the sharp whirr of the machine is too much for this quiet, tender hour. I wipe the dew off the chairs on the deck, then pour my first cup.
Lindsay! You took me right back to childhood McDonalds pancakes. I couldn’t help but smile as I read when the knife cut through the polystyrene container. I remember it as if it were yesterday. I can’t stand those pancakes now, but the memory of them is so very sweet. Xx
Lindsay! You took me right back to childhood McDonalds pancakes. I couldn’t help but smile as I read when the knife cut through the polystyrene container. I remember it as if it were yesterday. I can’t stand those pancakes now, but the memory of them is so very sweet. Xx
So true Amy - Sickly sweet, but so tender! x