A Small Sunday

Warm and toasty dry inside on a rainy Sunday.

The perfect weather for pumpkin waffles (thanks to Amy for putting the idea in my head and the recipe in my hands). Although -- please -- I did already own a heart-shaped waffle maker. I omitted the ground cloves because sometimes they can be a little too overwhelming for Dean.

Can you smell them?

Really wonderful with a glass of fresh cider (although, had I been thinking, I would have had my cider hot).

Meanwhile, I'm in awe of the flowers that hang on and continue to put on their show, even though they must realize summer is over. Elegant ladies, dancing flamenco.

While others get ready to take center stage,

one last small cache of sunflowers seeds, stolen and planted by some small mammal, push through and burst out one small flower, just to complete the cycle on time.

My small Sunday.