Ode to Saturday Morning

How do I love you? Let me count the ways:

I love you because I do not have to beat the Sun out of bed.

I love you for scrambled eggs and toast and tea, eaten leisurely.

I love you for impromptu dance parties as the day begins.

I love you for blog and flicker perusals in my pyjamas.

I love you for Uno tournaments and Pickwick Papers.

I love you for knitting and online TV.

I love you for all the cleaning and tidying yet to come.

And when this weekend ends I will but love you better Monday morning.