It’s been a mighty fine day here on the Pullen spread. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and I made it through a whole day without baking.  The garbage men arrived bright and early to haul away the stinky stuff with a wave and a smile and the day pretty much stayed on that happy path.

Scenes from a delightful Wednesday:

The remainder of the day was spent dancing my way through chores.  It’s amazing how much more fun vacuuming and dusting can be when you’re gettin’ down with your bad self. I haven’t been cool enough to say that for about 25 years. 

I ate a dinner of strawberries, cheese, and a toasted English muffin and was happy as a clam. I watched the evening news, saw this forecast, and got even happier.

The sun disappeared in Farmer Layne’s field, so I wrapped up in flannel and settled in with the hound and a book.

I’m working my way through my Christmas books, and although we all know the sad story of the Romonavs this book is still fascinating.

And that, my friends, is a pictorial tour of this lovely Wednesday.  G-rated and boring as all get out by most standards - and perfectly delightful by mine.  Just the way I like ‘em.