Ah, Saturday mornings, how I love you. You are quiet, cozy and long if timed just right. I woke up at 7:30 to Mr. J walking in the door dressed in a suit and tie with a handful of bags full of peaches, oranges, pears and corn fresh from the market. While I unpacked the produce, he inhaled some cold cereal and then headed to bed. I brewed a pot of tea and cooked up a little bowl of hot oat cereal for myself, peeled an orange and popped the juicy sections into my mouth before I even sat down. Then I curled up on the sofa in the sunlight and knit a bit on the Mara and waited for the sleepyhead girls to drag themselves out of their beds. It was perfect.