...so instead I
admired a few dozen turkeys in the front yard at dawn, while resolving to never walk outside barefoot again,
went to eat with Husband and College Boy at a cool diner, where
I remembered to take a photo only after I had eaten half my veggie Egg's Benedict on hash browns, and it was looking less than appetizing,
but did try to get artsy with the ice cream dishes against this wall that I want in my kitchen but my husband won't give me,
and empathized with the delicious longing filling the very being of these little girls.
This is not an exhaustive list of the pie menu at the diner,
which is why it earns this title. Then, instead of going home and ironing,
I dragged the men to this Farmer's Market,
where we admired this sign, and bought as many veggies as the cash in my pocket would cover.
I pretended to do something useful in the afternoon, but when College Boy abandoned us for folks his own age,
I dragged Husband and Pup to this tucked-away conservatory.
Hot-air balloons are a common site in our area.
Unfortunately, so is damaged corn.
An Interstate Runs Through It. technically it runs alongside the conservancy but that doesn't sound as poetic.
Anyone else remember the Sunday School song 'He Owns the Cattle on a Thousand Hills'? I whistled it on our entire walk after seeing these serene bovines.
We stumbled upon this wonderful little rock garden. The cows are only 15 feet away.
We headed home to a messy house with full hearts. I may have to repeat it all tomorrow.
Have a weekend full of unexpected delights!
