Sunlight streams through the windows, casting pools of rainbows about the floor as it pierces through the prisms that hang in them.
The scent of Oatmeal Banana Bread baking in the oven wafts through each room, making mouths water and tummies rumble.
Fresh eggs lay on the enamel top of the island, smug in their sturdy, brown shells.
Leaves spin to the earth outside, the first inkling that autumn is on its way.
Clothes hanging on the line move slightly in the breeze and cast dancing shadows on the ground below.
Saturday. What a wonderful way to end the week.