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.
These are some delish spices!
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!
This is my military wife-life.
He was able to complete tax stuff before leaving, and I gratefully made him a big ol’ bagel sandwich.
Look how hard Luke had been cleaning. He took a rest after all that sweeping…
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.
An ungodly hour deserves ungodly fast-food.
Flying that way so he can go fly.
One last togetherness…
One last smooch…
I wised-up on the drive home and stopped in Starbucks for a latte and cake pops. This is not ungodly.
My beautiful deep red roses from my Manly.
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.
The ringlets of flower formations fascinate me.
A pop of red.
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.
What a darling little animal.
In the hands of the potter,