...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!
5 comments:
Looks like LOTS of good reasons not to clean a house on a Saturday. Unfortunately I use many similar reasons and my house is screaming at me at the moment.....
Enjoy your Saturday tomorrow ;-)
Blessings,
Tammy ~@~
Taking this stroll with you was the first unexpected delight of my weekend!
He Owns the Cattle
(on a Thousand Hills)
Words and Music by John W. Peterson
Psalm 50:10
"For every beast of the forest is mine,
and the cattle upon a thousand hills."
He owns the cattle on a thousand hills,
The wealth in every mine;
He owns the rivers and the rocks and rills,
The sun and stars that shine.
Wonderful riches, more than tongue can tell -
He is my Father so they're mine as well;
He owns the cattle on a thousand hills -
I know that He will care for me.
'Twas a favorite of mine, too - thanks for the reminder, Anita!
'He Owns the Cattle on a Thousand Hills' is a marvelous title. Time for me to go learn this one--I don't know it yet.
Monday is always better for house cleaning anyway, isn't it? Saturday is meant for family romps and adventures like this one (says the one here who grew up having to clean on Saturdays and has therefore rebelled and tries never to do it on a Saturday).
I hope your tomorrow will be filled with as many delights, Prude. If so, I look forward to reading about it in an upcoming post. Thanks for sharing.
Okay, so those turkeys would have been dinner if other people in my house had seen them...
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