My weekend was 3 days long, due to the celebration of Pioneer Day Pie 'n Beer Day. Smith and I had lunch together, enjoying pizza (The Pie has great GF pizza) and home brewed root beer. We spent as much of the day together, doing errands, working in the garden, and, also, fit in a trip to the local nursery to pick up seed potatoes for fall crop. I found elegant stones and shadows of plants, stamped into the cement and enjoyed looking down to find the treasures, as we walked around and looked at the plants.
Friday nights plan to go out with a friend fell through, so I spent the evening on the patio reading, sipping wine, and watching the occasional firework that filled my night sky. The neighborhood loves their fireworks and I did not feel left out of the celebration.
Saturday I made a trip to my favorite garden, Red Butte Gardens and found a wealth of beautiful blossoms, buzzing bees, and even a baby bunny hiding out behind an information sign.
Sunday Smith had the day off and we made a Farmer's Market run just to have an early lunch of delicious tamales. We bought salsas for our afternoon snack, and enjoyed wandering around looking at the beautiful produce, but we did not buy, as our garden is bursting with the goodness of the earth. Later that night we had a lovely dinner and prepared ourselves for another work week.
Why is it that even a 3 day weekend is gone in lightning fast time?