I love Saturdays. I feel a freedom from work obligations that allows me to enjoy, without guilt, the bounty of my garden, reading to my children, taking a leisurely walk, and my special reading time. My husband is fishing in the Gulf so today won't be as free as other Saturdays, but the Saturday sense of calm reigns. There are no phones ringing and no deadlines.
I get to celebrate the contents of my garden basket - loads of tomatoes, one Italian zucchini so flavorful you forget all of the bad zucchini jokes, and the first two pickling cucumbers. Obviously, I have had a personal relationship with the water hose since our weather has not aided in this bounty.
I get to enjoy the zinnias I picked while they were still fresh. I took a walk in the cool of the morning, making tracks in the grass my feet and pants legs soaked from the heavy dew. I got to hear the waking bird songs and watch the sun peep over the hill. I snuggled and read to the children, then made biscuits for breakfast.
This afternoon I will read to myself and rest - and I won't feel guilty at all. Saturdays are a much needed respite in my frantic week - a much needed harvest of time to be my best self.