Whew! What a perfect weekend. Farmers markets, beautiful parks and good meals, what else could you ask for really?
When dining with some friends, that is right I said friends, at our new abode out here in the country this past weekend, we finally got the chance to really revel in our new-found location. Although hesitant about the distance away, our visitors arrived and with only a few moments of basking in the night sky listening to not much of anything but a dove or a distant car, I believe they could see the true and honest draw to live out here where we do. A little spaghetti carbonara, a gorgeous loaf of bread purchased at the farmers market (put anything I have ever made to absolute shame), a roasted beet salad, strawberry pandowdy and a lot of laughs, I felt like we were home. Really home.
Aside from our wild social life our major plans were to build a chicken coop. Oh yes, a coop. For our chickens! We will be getting the babes in a matter of weeks and have almost finished construction of their new home.
Building something with your husband is definitely a bonding experience. Well that is one way to put it I suppose. I never realized the preconceived notions I had so clearly engraved in my mind about the ever so specific chicken coop I planned. What? Those girls have a lot of tough work ahead of them and I want them to feel very comfortable? Well, after I let go of the idea that only I would be building such a structure and let my very handy husband go at it, the project moved along quite swiftly. I cannot wait to dip those brushes in the blues and yellows we mixed up this week. With the help of some little boys of course. Now to pick out a name for that hen-house…
To top all other notions that indeed we are turning into hicks and pretty much loving it I had to included this photograph. This outfit says it all. Does it not?