Sunday Morning

One of my favorite things about Sunday is the walk to Carson's Store to buy the Sunday papers. It's a short walk and I can accomplish it easily without too much groaning and panting. At this time of year, Carson's on a Sunday morning, is a busy place both inside and out. In the pleasant weather, they have tables outside, cafe style, as well as the booths and counter inside. Noankers are very much into coming here for breakfast, especially on the weekends. It wasn't always this way. The original store, around 1907, sold work gloves and tobacco to the shipyard workers. Much later, the soda fountain and cases of penny candy were added. It wasn't until the Carson family sold the business that the store began serving breakfast and lunches. The serving of meals required some interior changes most importantly a kitchen. The breakfasts are delightful and one doesn't have to wait long for a refill on the coffee. I usually have my breakfast at home where I can spread out the paper either on the patio or at the table inside. So, I pay for my newspaper, say hello to a couple of acquaintances and head out the door and across the street. I walk home by way of Pearl Street which provides about a mile of exercise. Along the way there are some beautiful old houses and pretty gardens. Today, I was glad I had my camera along to catch the beautiful image of morning glories. When I arrived home to my own little garden I was surprised to see three squirrels working busily around the lawn. I know they frequently bury black walnuts in my planters on the patios. If I don't notice the excavations in the fall, I can't miss the new growth in the spring. I always feel a little guilty pulling up the baby trees, but I don't think they would last long in a patio planter. Finally, I can sit and enjoy a leisurely breakfast and read the paper and perhaps, even do the crossword puzzle.