Thursday, March 22, 2012

there will be one day


when sundays begin at sunrise with a bike ride to the market for tomatoes and eggs and perhaps some berries. i will stop on the way home to pick wildflowers and pet the neighborhood dogs, but not for long because the breakfast cake must go in the oven! the espresso will brew and the eggs will poach and i'll dance to the punch brothers and iron and wine in my big fat sunny brooklyn kitchen. 
when my people arrive, we'll sit for hours and discuss time and meaning and sentiment. we'll stuff ourselves silly and laugh till we pee. we might even take a stroll or sit in the grass.
-yeh

5 comments:

sophie said...

that sounds lovely! :)

Lottie said...

That sounds like my kind of Sunday--I love Sunday brunch and taking the time to talk and read the papers and go outside--that is what sundays are for.

courtney - larking. said...

Best weekend description ever. Also, that little cup on the denim placemat is too cute for words. Wish my Sunday was going to be like that -- I guess the "begin at sunrise" part will, but due to a crying baby rather than a trip to the market...

Mackenzie said...

love that you said "my people". and actually, i love all of this.

Anonymous said...

Adorable. Your writing is fantastic and whimsical. Xx

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