Sunday Morning

Sunday morning.  Up early with the birds.  Doors open to bring in the cool air.  Clear bluest blue skies.  Italian country bread sliced thick; dipped in egg and milk batter; fried until browned and crispy; topped with maple syrup; and peeled, sliced juicy-ripe golden peaches warmed in a little butter and brown sugar; freshly grated nutmeg sprinkled over it all.  The paper, a large cup of tea sipped on the deck.   Ready to slide into the day…