Sunday morning, walking the streets of our neighborhood with trusty Dino, the runaround dog, by my side. Suddenly, we're overtaken by the smell of maple syrup and pancakes, or maybe waffles. Someone's Sunday feast. Should we knock on doors until we find the source and invite ourselves in? Dino convinces me that this would be rude. So, let's go home and make our own. Let's fill our corner of the neighborhood with the sweet smells of our own Sunday morning feast. Here's hoping your Sunday is abundant and sweet.