I took a nice slow stroll at 7:30 and it was so serene that it was almost surreal. I had the entire neighborhood to myself. Dusty yellow morning light, lazy birds. You could hear single cars going down the main street several blocks away, one at a time. There were no joggers, no bicyclists, not even a stray dog. The air was warm, the light has that tint of gold that says summer is on the way out. I turned a corner, and was bathed in the scent of lavender. Walking along the block, I finally encountered a nice gentleman trimming his lavender hedge in the cool of the morning. He smilingly gave me a bouquet and I sniffed in bliss for most of the mile back home.
There is a house where I know many cats live. I enjoy their languid perusal of the passing scene. Two fluffy black cats were under a bush, washing one-another's ears. A young Russian Blue was curled on the dry grass in a patch of sun, looked up to watch me pass, and yawned an enormous pink yawn.
A few houses down, the people have quite a large flock of urban chickens. Usually they sound very busy, but today, on this holiday, even the chickens were drowsy.
May your LaborDay be everything you hoped it would be. Mine is already! Want to see MY enormous pink yawn?