Waking up slowly with Oliver cuddling next to me. My neighbor calls us over for coffee and we all wander through the Shire in our jammies. The kids play hide and seek while we sit and sip. Back in our cottage cooking french toast with cinnamon and dark honey. Candles flicker, spicy incense burning we sit and wait for the storm. I want to go out and take a picture of the almond orchard before the blossoms are blown over roof tops. Vacation is good.