Sunday started as all Sundays should: with pancakes.
After several heaped plates of crispy bacon, berries & maple syrup pancakes I started to think my gravestone would read, "Death by Pancakes". Deliriously full, the breakfast table topic of conversation turned to whether anyone had died just from pancakes. We concluded a firm probably.
Groaning with fullness we rolled out the door, up the hill, through the woods and walked with the pups along the wheat fields.