Tuesday. Good enough to eat a Doughnut

Tuesday is a day for a lovely doughnut.

A pleasure derived from illicit eating.

Away from everyone else, hidden from sight.

A fresh tasty doughnut from the local bakery.

Kept in the paper bag until later in the garden.

Then whilst in the garden, watering lavender.

A floral aroma, to accompany a breakfast.

A  doughnut, a coffee and classical music.

All is well.