A day of rest

We had a quiet Sunday. A day as long and busy day as yesterday was calls for a day of rest to follow. No chores, no yard work, no much of anything. Just some quiet reading, an Antarctic craft, and some pretend play in a tent in the sitting room, of course. With Jon home I actually drove over to the Metro Park to run on the paths—it's such a beautiful time of year for it—and on my way I passed our little local cider mill. Open. Must be closer to fall than I thought. So when Calvin asked for afternoon snack, how could we not go down there for fresh, hot donuts and fresh cold cider. Oh heavenly.