Yes, the left eye, the "tired" eye as the eye doctor puts it, has started its Mexican jumping bean dance again. This happens in time of holy shit stress. Many things, too many to count really are stressing the ever living shit out of me right now. But this past weekend...labor day weekend was dedicated to doing whatever the hell I felt like doing at the time. We got in the car, no agenda, no itinerary, no plans and just enjoyed the weekend and our time together. We stopped and smelled the proverbial flowers, and as you can see from above, the not so proverbial, the actual.
We picked blackberries...
We visited the glass blower...
We found some waterfalls...
We made pizza with our home grown tomatoes and basil, and drank too much wine...
We remembered that most of our labors, are labors of love.
1 comment:
Your pizza looks delightful. Husband and I have started making our own, the ones in the store being what they are. Excellent choice on how to spend a long weekend, we often marvel at what people will try to squeeze in to those 3 days, only to emerge exhausted at the end of it.
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