Sunday Morning

This morning we made a run to the neighborhood doughnut shop. It's a family-owned shop. I love these people. Their doughnuts are out of this world.(The "x" number of pounds I've put on are not a mystery.) The weather was perfect. We sat out on the patio, had our doughnuts, milk for me and coffee for Jim. Our sunflowers are starting to bloom. They're taller than we are and their leaves are huge. The oleanders are in full bloom and we still have some roses blooming. The mockingbirds are singing like crazy. Does life get any better than this? I feel (and look) like a big, fat, contented cat. Can you hear me purring?