Yesterday was Sunday. Mark and I looked at each other after breakfast and said, “What will we do today?” Both of us had worked on Saturday, so it would be our only day off together of the week. We look around the house and the bathrooms need cleaning, there’s laundry to do, and the backyard is full of leaves that need to go down to the curb in time for a Wednesday pickup. But our hearts are saying, “Nooo! It’s a nice day! Go out and play!”
After a bit of debate– will we be grasshoppers or ants?– we decided to be bad and go have some fun. We drove out west to Leesburg and north from there to the Old Lucketts Store. I wrote about the Lucketts Store a few years ago. It’s the world capital for shabby chic. Three stories in an old house on a crossroads, packed with everything from antique radios to vintage clothes to full size stained glass windows from actual churches. We had a ball. We followed our successful shopping expedition with a long Italian lunch in a little cafe in Leesburg and roamed the old town center until it got dark.
After we returned, I was straightening up a pile of books and found this quote from Albert Schweitzer:
Do not let Sunday be taken from you…If your soul has no Sunday, it becomes an orphan.
I like that. No more feeling guilty about taking a day off from responsibility now and then. And if I’d missed the trip to Lucketts, I would never have found this little fellow:
A little bronze frog sings and plays the violin
He reminds me a bit of Toad from The Wind in the Willows, and made me smile so much I had to bring him home. He is now sitting on top of a bookcase in the office so he can serenade me while I work. He ought to do wonders for my soul.
