My future husband works a lot, mostly in the heat, from practically sun up to sun down. He always leaves for work before me in the morning. That's really early. And he usually gets home after me in the evening. That's usually pretty late. Friday morning he left the house well before 7, and he got home at 8:30 that evening. When he returned home, I asked him, "So where are you taking me for dinner tonight?"
He wasn't the only one working. Our kitchen was a disaster from having friends over for dinner the night before. Word to the wise: Make sure your dishes in the dishwasher are clean and put away before hosting a party. So two hours after scrubbing dirty dishes, I was over it. Swearing to myself that I was going on a cooking hiatus ... at least for one night.
Bistro Byronz was a delicious, nearby treat for us. We sat at a table for two, listened to A.J. and the Two Tone Blues Band and thanked God for each splendid bite of creamed spinach.
But, come Saturday, it was back to business starting at 7:30 a.m. Ty and I woke up so we could go to the Farmer's Market before my hair appointment. I adore the Farmer's Market, where we got all kinds of goodies.
Blackberries, peaches, sweet corn, mayhaw jelly, spearmint (for a mojito recipe we've been dying to try) and a baggie of spiced pecans. I would like to tell you how amazing the spiced pecans were, but about five minutes after this picture was taken, I left the room and Lacy stole the baggie off the counter top and ate all my spicy pecans. She's asking for a new home.
I went to get my haircut and came home to this wonderful sight.
I know, it doesn't look like much, but it looks promising to me. The previous owner had the entire area planted as her home garden. Our pups need some grass, and I need less gardening, so the area has been cleared and leveled for grass. I should have taken a before picture, then you would understand my joy.
Finally, Ty began working on a project that he's been talking about for weeks. An aerator for our pool. Sure, you can buy fountains to anchor in your pool that do this exact thing, but Ty was feeling handy.
In just a few hours, our pool temperature dropped three degrees. I've never loved him more. I believe it is fair to say that our home is turning us into project people.
I'm a former journalist turned marketer of concrete. I still type a lot. Other than that, I'm married to an oilman, the owner of a mini-schnauzer named Baxter and a lab named Lacy, chef to anyone with an appetite and a connoisseur of $10 wines.