We decided to take one day of the Memorial Day weekend and do absolutely nothing. For the past week we’ve been sick with some sort of ugly flu. All the hacking, sneezing, snoring (that’s just me) has caused us to be a little more fatigued than usual. Add on all the garden and house work that we tried to plow through on the weekend despite the ugly flu and we were more than ready to take a break.
So we did. It was beautiful. It was liberating. It was lazy and oh, so rejuvenating.
We decided to pack up a picnic and head on over to Sonoma’s square for a couple of hours of reading the newspaper and the new National Geographic, people watching … brainstorming and solving the world’s problems with our eyes closed. Oh, wait. That’s me. I took a wee nap under the shade of a tree.
We had breakfast, walked around, hung out, decided NOT to visit the historic Sonoma Mission (just couldn’t muster the energy to be that interested in something—pretty sad, huh?), smelled some roses, and stopped to pick up some bread before staking out a sleeping spot in the park. The park was filled with couples walking hand in hand, families picnicking and playing soccer or swinging on the jungle gyms, folks playing ball with their dogs, or just lazying around doing nothing like we were. Sounds of laughter and good times filled the air. It was a lazy day in the park.
Why, hello there fella.
What do you have there? Some yummy wine? Some delish rosemary bread?
Some goat’s milk brie?
For some reason I feel quite drawn to you.
Is that bite of yummy for me? You’re a very nice man, ya know that?
Oh, yeah. Lazy days can be a very good thing.