The monarch butterflies have arrived, and I'm in love with lavender lattes.
These two statements are totally unrelated, except that they did originate from the same brain. The very same espresso-fueled brain that has switched gears so many times this week, I'm afraid it will grind to a halt if I ever stop grinding the espresso that fuels it.
Which brings us back to the lavender lattes. I've had two already this morning, which brings my total for the week up to five...and I only just came up with the recipe yesterday.
I may be headed for a binge.
But whirlwind weeks have that effect on me, which is why I'm firing up the espresso maker again as we speak. Third cup's a charm, right?
Maybe I should explain how I got to this point...
In the past eight days I have made appearances at three farmer's markets and our hometown Turkey Festival, raced through two city-wide yard sales, mingled at one high school reunion and the following alumni afterparty, dashed in and out of a dear friend's birthday lunch, and sipped and nibbled my way through my very first three-course high tea party while pretending (in my head) to be the Queen of England.
And the roof of my house is missing.
But we knew that last part was going to happen, which is why on my only unscheduled day of the week, I was scheduled to help move the upstairs of our house into the downstairs of our house.
And we got it done just in time for this truck to pull up...
These two statements are totally unrelated, except that they did originate from the same brain. The very same espresso-fueled brain that has switched gears so many times this week, I'm afraid it will grind to a halt if I ever stop grinding the espresso that fuels it.
Which brings us back to the lavender lattes. I've had two already this morning, which brings my total for the week up to five...and I only just came up with the recipe yesterday.
I may be headed for a binge.
But whirlwind weeks have that effect on me, which is why I'm firing up the espresso maker again as we speak. Third cup's a charm, right?
Maybe I should explain how I got to this point...
In the past eight days I have made appearances at three farmer's markets and our hometown Turkey Festival, raced through two city-wide yard sales, mingled at one high school reunion and the following alumni afterparty, dashed in and out of a dear friend's birthday lunch, and sipped and nibbled my way through my very first three-course high tea party while pretending (in my head) to be the Queen of England.
And the roof of my house is missing.
But we knew that last part was going to happen, which is why on my only unscheduled day of the week, I was scheduled to help move the upstairs of our house into the downstairs of our house.
And we got it done just in time for this truck to pull up...
Out rolled a bunch of construction guys loaded down with tools, lumber, and ladders; and into my house and up the stairs they filed one-by-one carrying two-by fours, tarps, and measuring tapes.
We're having a little work done...
We're having a little work done...
This is my bedroom.
And this is my bedroom without the roof.
And that was just the beginning. But the great guys from SPI Enterprise have got it covered...literally.
And that was just the beginning. But the great guys from SPI Enterprise have got it covered...literally.
They covered the gaping hole with a gorgeous blue tarp for the weekend...bless their hearts. I do like blue, but I would prefer dormer windows, cedar siding, and a galvinized metal roof.
It will happen. And at the rate these guys are going, it will happen quickly.
Thank goodness. Patience is a virtue, but I'm not always the most patient virtuous woman. Excuse me while I take a sip of my latte and then clear my throat...all the construction dust has me a little choked up.
And that's actually why I ended up out in the garden a few days ago, breathing in the fresh air and picking the ripe tomatoes, and watching the first majestic monarch butterflies of the season fluttering gracefully around the zinnias...
It will happen. And at the rate these guys are going, it will happen quickly.
Thank goodness. Patience is a virtue, but I'm not always the most patient virtuous woman. Excuse me while I take a sip of my latte and then clear my throat...all the construction dust has me a little choked up.
And that's actually why I ended up out in the garden a few days ago, breathing in the fresh air and picking the ripe tomatoes, and watching the first majestic monarch butterflies of the season fluttering gracefully around the zinnias...
Aahhh....such a calming, relaxing sight. Just as calming and relaxing as those lavender lattes I keep whipping up and slurping down.
Clearly all is well in the garden, and soon all will be well inside my house too. Then eventually, when the dust settles in and around my world and the hectic pace of life slows to a crawl, I'll be able to lounge leisurely in my lovely new bedroom while looking out the shiny new windows onto the gardens--and the life--that I love.
Lavender latte in hand, of course.
Clearly all is well in the garden, and soon all will be well inside my house too. Then eventually, when the dust settles in and around my world and the hectic pace of life slows to a crawl, I'll be able to lounge leisurely in my lovely new bedroom while looking out the shiny new windows onto the gardens--and the life--that I love.
Lavender latte in hand, of course.
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