Weekend breakfasts are my sanity saviours. During the week I am an engergizer battery constantly on the go and always in a rush. It is an absolute treat to sit peacefully by the window with a cup of tea and a bowl of something beautiful. I watch the sky change colours and listen to the birds sing their songs. I reflect on the week that has past and hope for the best in the next.
It is extraordinary how a gorgeous breakfast can set the tone for the day. If only I had the discipline to organise myself every morning for breakfast, then perhaps everyday would be wonderful.