A peaceful Sunday morning

I made strawberry shortcake for breakfast - a sweeter and richer meal than I'm used to first thing in the morning, but delicious nonetheless. We used the extra whipped cream in our coffee, of course.

Now we're side by side on the futon in the living room, listening to Mozart's violin concertos (My parents gave me Anne-Sophie Mutter's recording for Christmas). The window is wide open, since the air outside is still cool. I can smell honeysuckle.