Country and I packed up the dogs and headed to Michigan to the barn house for the weekend.
It was grey and gloomy the entire time we were there. But we tried to sneak in some walks and gardening in between storms.
Have you ever tried to weed a garden bed that is practically a pond? No? It’s great fun.
In classic Melanie –style, I took one thousand eight hundred and twenty three pictures of the dogs.
And I have not one good picture of any of the people that we spent the weekend with. You’ll have to use your imagination as to what they might look like.
Oh wait, I lied. Here’s one of Country’s sister’s hands chopping an onion. See how blazingly speedy she chops that onion? So fast I couldn’t even get a good picture. Or maybe it’s that I am still learning aperture, etc. so often my pictures turn out like these. But really she cuts those onions so quickly!!
Said sister with said onions made the best. damn. French onion soup I have ever had in my life. I ate two bowls and wanted more. And more.
Justice ran and ran through the field. Then ran some more.
Tripp was on his own agenda; eat grass, walk three feet, eat grass. Maybe moo a little bit.
But after two nights, we were ready to come home and sleep in our own beds. We knew it was going to be beautiful yesterday and didn’t want to end up driving home in horrendous traffic while it was gorgeous outside, so we headed home late Sunday night. After dinner, of course.
We awoke to glorious sunshine. I worked in the gardens all day long. I live for this time of year.
And then in the early evening, we headed over to my parent’s house for a little BBQ action, which is exactly what I needed. I’ve been throwing myself a pity party because our first month of fertility treatment resulted in a big fat negative. I know, I know, it’s only the first month of meds. But it was the 15th time we’ve tried. 15. It’s been a long time to ache for something so badly. Anyway, I really want one of these:
Is he not the sweetest thing? This is Leo. As in Leonardo. He’s my brother’s youngest son and even though we’re not in Georgia, he’s a peach through and through.
Yes, I did change the subject and I think the transition was quite nice.
And remember this little man?
He’s turning in to such a. . . . . toddler? Little boy? I’m not sure what I’d say about Ryan because he is not quite 16 months but sometimes seems so much older than that. As in, he’s been speaking in complete sentences for so long now that it seems silly to think that he ever babbled. And A-B-C’s? Fahgettaboudit.
These two sweet little boys have changed every family gathering for the better.
I am thankful for them and my family and for all of the troops that make it possible for me to head off for the weekend and take one thousand eight hundred and twenty three pictures of my dogs and then return home and have a great night with my family.
And a special shout out to my dear friend Heather who is a nurse in the service and probably one of the bravest people I know. Thank you for all you have done for this country.