Would it be sipping a café au lait while reading a favorite novel at a sidewalk table in Paris? A hearty feast of bacon and eggs with your best friends gathered around the table? Pulling apart cinnamon rolls on Easter morning? It's your dream breakfast: who's there, where are you, and most importantly, what's on the table?I'd definitely choose a lazy morning at home with a bottomless cup of really good black coffee and an endless supply of warm maple-oat scones with enough time to read my entire stack of books.
If it's raining, I want to hear the raindrops pattering on the window and have a blanket tucked around my knees. If it's sunny, I want to loll in the sunshine like a cat. My husband would be somewhere nearby, absorbed in his own reading, and the house would be perfectly quiet.