Saturday morning

You’ll be delighted to learn that I approve of Saturday morning. Today, with no urgency to dress and depart anywhere, we strolled leisurely through a breakfast of cottage cheese pancakes with genuine maple syrup from Vermont, graced in my case by a modest but delicious helping of bacon.

(I bought an intriguing, non-preserved bacon from Whole Paycheck and divided that three-pound package into single-serving portions for freezing. With these rashers, I know I am eating real bacon. But I digress.)

The photo isn't of pancakes and bacon, just what was left after we finished them: roses from the front yard. It was lucky I picked them when I did because this morning's rain has stripped all the petals from the remaining blooms.

Pancakes with syrup accompanied, gracefully and appropriately, with excellent and succulent bacon. “It was (you may say) satisfactory.”