Sunday interrupted. My two goals–mowing the lawn and going to the farmers market–have been hindered by a soft, steady downpour. But there is hot coffee. And there are warm biscuits. Outside my window, the leaves grow lush in this first summer rain.

And suddenly I’m reminded that my real agenda is to have no agenda at all, to revel in the gift of unstructured time, to be “idle and blessed” in the words of Mary Oliver. What is ‘enough’ on any given day or in anyone’s lifetime? For just this moment, this is enough.