Long high gray of the morning sky to bright white blue of the afternoon. Oddly enough, 4-6 inches of snow predicted for tomorrow. These strange mountain climates.
Twas a hustled, bittersweet weekend with my husband. Friday night we crashed after an involved week; Saturday we sorted and cleaned and packed and danced and talked and laughed and prayed and crashed (again); Sunday we rose at the ungodly hour and my husband departed for his work trip.
Here are a few snapshots and their explanations of all that ensued…

Luke is Ian’s dog, and they like to have a Saturday morning wrestle, which is really just a big long bear hug.

While Ian packed, I worked on my recipe-following skills. My friend lent me this delightful cookbook called Against All Grain.

I’d never had to peel a butternut squash before… and I can’t take credit for peeling this one, either. I let Mr. Muscle Man impress me with his rapid-peel skills.

I am so much more inspired to cook well by this book. I gotta get me a copy to keep up the good work!

He was able to complete tax stuff before leaving, and I gratefully made him a big ol’ bagel sandwich.

Look how calm and relaxed that 3 mon. old puppy is… most of the time she acts like a toddler on steroids.

This was our attempt at a romantic candlelight, home cooked dinner for two. What you don’t see are the two dogs begging on either side of us…

His card to me was quite lovely. For a non-romantic type, he chose the perfect words that came straight from the heart.

I wised-up on the drive home and stopped in Starbucks for a latte and cake pops. This is not ungodly.

We had to celebrate Valentine’s early. I’ve always enjoyed the holiday with my family, whereas Ian had never thought a snit of it till he met me. He does good for being a practical man.

Little Molle has learned to sit and look to me before she can have her meal, which is very important to teach a dog.

It is also important for a dog to be able to contentedly eat his meal with the owner beside him so as to prevent food hoarding behaviors.
