A perfectly grilled American cheese sandwich on white bread with ham and tomatoes, eating it in view of a Peck of Perfectly Picked Peonies.
Of course, in my life, nothing is always perfectly glorious. The first bite of sandwich, out plopped a slice of tomato, splat, right on the front of my dress. Geez louise.
The rain has begun in earnest. Golf is on. Feet up, with a good possibility of a nap. Aaah.