A Never Ending Day

I hate to wish a day away because time is precious, but today seemed never-ending.

I probably didn't walk enough and felt enclosed, even though I spent a lot of time on the balcony. First thing, I sat outside in the middle of my flowers listening to the blackbird singing, then a delicious breakfast. 

I finished the granny squares for the other side of the cushion - but they need to be connected.

Lunch was deliciously outside and then I read.

I only went walking this evening and the sky was such a pretty colour and the waxing moon, looking as if it had reached the first quarter, seemed to have a slight pink glow. There was quite a strong breeze blowing and my legs were happy with the exercise and my lungs with the fresh air.

Tomorrow is another day, but it will be like Sunday again as it's Whit Monday - I must organize it better and get outside first thing. Getting out will give me the correct attitude to face a new day.