Long weekends make everything and nothing possible. One can do whatever one desires or one can do nothing at all. That is the beauty of the long weekend. And what could be better than Labour Day long weekend to dally in bed a little longer and delight in breakfast whilst reclining grandly against sumptuous pillows and contemplating doing nothing particularly laborious?
There is something so wonderfully decadent about breakfast in bed. The day patiently awaits one's pleasure.
Or rather, the entire world can wait as one bites in a buttery croissant.
Any day is perfect if one can start by inhaling the scent of a perfect white rose.
The frosty tartness of lemonade with floating slices of lemon reminds one of the golden days of Summer.
The morning dawns glorious when a loved one asks, "Would you like breakfast in bed?" and that touch of loving kindness suffuses the rest of the day, as it should.
I'm linking up to A Stroll Thru Life, French Country Cottage, A Delightsome Life, A Beach Cottage, Faith, Grace and Crafts, My Romantic Home, and Serenity Now.