We had a blustery weekend.
The wind. The temperatures. The wind. Oh my.
Ok. I won’t complain about the temps. But we did have a FREEZE warning for Sunday morning. It doesn’t happen often, maybe once a winter? Or every other year? I can’t be expected to keep up.
Anyhoo, we covered some of our staghorn ferns as best as we could and I brought in all the orchids that I could get to. I also did a search and rescue of monarch caterpillars and tucked them nicely into my office. I set our thermostat for the heat come on if the house got to 63 degrees; the heater *kicked on at some point in the night. It’s been a long time since we’ve even used the heater. Two years? Three? I can’t be expected to keep up.
When I woke up, it was chilly in our room and I realized I could have used a blanket on top of the sheet and summer coverlet. Do I even have a king sized blanket? No because I took them to the GA house.
I made a pot of white bean chicken chili along with a batch of corn bread; we don’t always get to enjoy warm weather comfort food this far south.
We made our way through the first part of the fourth season of Ozark. I’ve never met a more dysfunctional family. I take it back, I did watch most of Shameless and Ray Donovan, and I grew up with my Father.
Max is here for a long weekend as his parents made a little trek to a sweet spot in Georgia and he wasn’t invited.
The newlyweds sent us this photo of them enjoying a COLD weekend in the mountains. Nathan looks a bit like the un-ibomber which is ironic since he’s on the Bomb Squad. That reminds me, isn’t it absurd when firemen become arsonists?
This week marks Lillie’s one year anniversary/ Gotcha Day. I can’t imagine NOT having this face in my life. This is the face I generally see first thing in the morning.
My Lillie burger. Snickerdoodle. Love bug. Lillie of the Valley. Lillie Belle.
Don’t call PETA but she’s so delicious that it’s a struggle to refrain myself from eating her.
HELLS BELLS. Maybe that’s what happened to her missing ear?
* we realized later in the morning that although the heater sounded like it was working; in actuality it was NOT blowing warm air; like a politician, it was just blowing. Truth be told, maybe that happened the last time we turned it on? I can’t be expected to remember such things.
EDITED TO ADD: This morning (Monday) there was actual frost on the lawn; was the weather person a day off?
I suppose he/she can’t be expected to keep up either.
Did my friends have a good weekend? I hope all of you living in the cold tundra, you know, north of Florida stayed warm.