I am sick. Burning cough of fire, tears streaming down my face SICK.
I am still not over the fact that this dumb cold kept me from Josie's field trip to Seed Savers Exchange and a fish hatchery on an absolutely perfect fall day. (Martha Stewart buys her seeds at SSE......only the best for Martha!)
I am feeling nostalgic......listening to Huffamoose, an amazing concert my insanely hot boyfriend took me to at the Blind Pig.....before we were married.......13 years ago tomorrow (the marriage part....not the concert).
I am hoping hubby wears a spritz of his very old Abercrombie cologne.....instantly transports me back to those crazy mad love days. *sigh*
I need to accept the fact that I cannot serve tacos to my family without the table looking like we have something against our plates. I mean, really, even Steve has to drop huge clumps of meat on my favorite freshly washed tablecloth!
I should be out picking pears with the rest of the family, but I'm really enjoying having the house to myself right now.
OK. I'll go out. Just to take a few pictures.......
Steve in a tree.
The kids' favorite downed apple tree.
That still grows apples:)
Good for climbing, jumping, and possibly occasionally peeing in!