Pretty Good Weekend

It's a gorgeous Monday morning - I've already been for my walk, tidied the kitchen, folded some laundry, written a check for a bill and a few other necessities.  It feels good to be productive - especially when taken at my own pace. (And that picture of the shoes and sock?  How ever do you go home from a park without your footwear?  Can you really forget that?)

Pretty Hawthorne

I'd never forget my shoes.

And yes, it was a decent weekend.  We sorta lazed in bed later than usual, but then were up and busy.  We planted the gardens with the usual:  carrots and corn.  It's been warm enough (and predicted to stay that way for the next while) to plant the starts we got at Cook's.  The tomatoes (I'm practically salivating just thinking of them fresh from the vine) and we're trying one each of a watermelon, pumpkin (just for fun) and a cantaloupe are all in the beds soaking up the sun and planning to grow.

From the neighbors for my cough.

I even managed to get the geraniums planted in the front beds.  (I'm not particularly fond of that flower, but they do really well in that spot, so we just vary the color year to year.) I like to border them with alyssum but the only starts we could find were $5 apiece (and we need like 10 or 12) and I'm too much of a scrooge for that so we spent $3 on seed packets and we'll see how that goes.

While I was planting, the neighbor across the street wandered over and we chatted while I dug.  I confessed how weary I am of this stupid cough. A couple hours later the doorbell rang and there he was, bringing me some Breyer's gelato and a mini-bundt cake. Yes, that's what I think the prophet intended when he talked about ministering to each other.

Yup, tomatoes in process.

We spent some time looking and trying to figure out what small tree to plant in the front of the porch and I think have narrowed down our choice.  The problem was getting it home, neither of our vehicles will manage.  Then, out of the blue, The Husband reminded me that we didn't have to do it yesterday and I felt immediate relief.  Really, the best time to plant trees is in the fall, so maybe we'll just plan a Saturday for it in September sometime and it'll be ready to thrive next spring.

After a yummy dinner at Black Bear Diner (I just love their huevos rancheros) we came home and just crashed.  Settled in for some couch potato time. (Ended up having to run next door and turn off their sprinkler system.  They were out of town for a funeral - whatever did we do before cell-phones and texting? We were happy to help, especially if it meant they didn't return home to a muddy mess. Hopefully they're grateful.)

Love this tree!

Yesterday we enjoyed helping our grandson celebrate his 18th birthday.  I hope he enjoyed it. I remember my 18th so many decades ago - The Husband gifted me a surprise birthday party, one of three he's done for me.  With firm instructions after last year's surprise birthday party that he's now done with that.  Anyway, the 18th is an important birthday and one full of tons of options/choices that can be daunting.  We love our grandson and always want the best for him, as we do for all our lovies.

And Saturday afternoon the Hawthorne tree just had flower buds.  This morning?  They're fully popped and so very beautiful.

So today, I'm grateful for a successful weekend as far as accomplishing stuff.  I'm grateful for a good Sunday at church where I heard some uplifting words and received an unexpected hug that seemed so sincere (she said she was including me when she was talking about her visiting teachers that helped while they served an inner city mission), I'm grateful for trees that are enjoying waking up from their winter nap.  And I'm grateful for a back that feels less painful (after all that bending over in the yard over the weekend). It's a pretty day, I love it.