End of holiday, but still its holiday in my heart

Its August and I'm back at work

and I my mind is drifting

to a picnic in a park

and a walk on a beach
While I sit in my office

My oregano is wild and flowering

In my freezer

There is boxes of cherry goodness

for many winter desserts to be made When the weekend comes once more

I'll be making cheesy scones yet another time

to my dearest, just because he loves them

There will be no leftovers for lunch