It’s been a beautiful weekend with just the right mix of fun and rest.

Sunday was spent with dear friends at our friend Sue’s house in Brisbane, chatting up a storm over a table laden with roast chicken, homemade spelt bread, heaps of veggies and salads, cold beers, and more than a few glasses of homemade wine.

When we weren’t visiting, we were in Sue’s back yard engaged in medieval combat and practicing archery. So. Much. Fun. At least it was until I let off a wild shot that punctured Sue’s water tank and sent precious water squirting out like a fountain! Ack!

Thankfully there was no shortage of handy blokes on hand and while one plugged the hole with a stick, others scrounged in the shed for washers and bolts and soon had the hole fixed. Phew!!! I was horrified, but once the hole was fixed everyone laughed heartily and teased me mercilessly. Sue thought it was hilarious, bless her, and her neighbor’s grandsons praised me enthusiastically for my fantastic archery skills, the little buggers.

Today was much less dramatic, but every bit as fun. I had an honest to goodness Day Off. No farm work, no writing or law or school work, no garden or house projects.

My friend Parker always makes scones on a resting day, and I followed her excellent example with a big batch of tender, buttery Spelt Cheddar Dill Scones. Swoon.

I spent most of the day tucked up in bed relaxing my little heart out, sipping coffee, eating scones, writing in my journal, and reading an excellent new book Sue loaned me. Bear popped in now and then for visits and to show me the new scabbards he’s making for our swords. Clouds made everything dark and cozy, and smatterings of rain sent the most fragrant breezes through the open windows.

I feel so much better: rested, nourished, spoiled. The best Day Off I’ve had in ages.

What is your favorite sort of Day Off? xo