I only knew we treasured this separate，blissful time read，relax，forget the things we should remember.Sifting through the years，I recalled how our weekends changed，but that we still preserved the ritual.We started our family(as new parents，we slept after breakfast more than we read)，but we always found our way back to where we started，just two for breakfast，one on Saturday and one on Sunday.When we had more time，my tray became more festive.First it was fruit slices placed in geometric pattern；then came flowers from our garden—sometimes just one blossom sprouting from a grapefruit half.This arranger of mine had developed a flair for decorating，using everything from amaryllis to the buds of a maple tree.