Here's to the summer weekend. To sleeping in well past daybreak. To lingering under the covers and watching sun puddles shimmer through the window. To stretching and plumping your pillow and going back to sleep until the lure of coffee becomes too strong, then returning to bed with your steaming hot mug of that dark elixer and lounging a little more.
Here's to poolside brunches with the girls. To indulging in a little Saturday pampering--a body scrub, a mani-pedi--before hitting the most happening scene in town. To ordering the French toast with extra maple butter and eating every last bite, then slipping into the water for a languid afternoon of gossip and burning the minimum number of calories required to keep yourself afloat.
Here's to airy, breezy, stolen moments of quiet. To reading that juicy (trashy) novel cover to cover in a single session, then starting the sequel later that day. To drifting off in a comfy chair while your significant other does the same a few feet away. To meeting in each others' dreams while the world turns slowly around the drowsy, lazy sun.
Here's to the summer kitchen. To exploring the season's bounty without even turning on the stove. Here's to heirloom tomatoes bursting with red, orange, purple flavor. To giant leaves of basil as big as your palm. To inviting friends for an evening of chopping, mixing and slurping up a chilly batch of watermelon gazpacho, then washing it down with tall flutes of sparkling lemonade.
Here's to retiring to the patio after dinner and lighting a million candles. To questioning the power of citronella as you slap mosquitoes into oblivion, knowing you'll itch like crazy tomorrow but feeling too contented to do anything about it. To talking late into the night because tomorrow is Sunday, and you can do it all over again. Wherever this summer weekend finds you, enjoy!