Baby kale! Can you believe it’s growing in the winter? (or working on it anyway)
Autumn meets winter. The seasons are out of joint.
Porches are so different from summertime to the cold months. In the summer, I often sit out here and read. Whiiiiich reminds me, I need to work on The Hunger Games! I’m only on chapter three! There’s something about reading magazines that tends to be soooo much more interesting
I looooove distressed paint. As the Madre would say, “That’s so shabby chic!” — I’m gonna miss my fam when I go home Saturday.
This man is a pro at the organ. That’s almost 100% not the politically correct way to say that, but he’s baller.
Padre is so regal. Don’t worry, he’s not touching the painting. p.s. This is one of those magical paintings where you can move anywhere you want, and the eyes and toe of his boot always point to you. Creepy, yet sweet.
Wouldn’t it be nice to live in a giant mansion? I mean….
Crystal chandeliers. The usual.
Now ‘scuse me while I go skip around vintage shops with my best g-frand. Probably won’t buy anything, but window shopping is good enough for me. I smell an evening with the family later tonight. Once you get used to being home, it really hits you that you are going to re-adjust all over again. So bittersweet.
Where do you go for day trips?