Hubs woke up all excited about going to the farmers market this morning. I know lots of people find it enjoyable, but I will never understand excitement over grocery shopping. To me it's a necessary evil at best. But we did get some good deals on fresh produce, and I got to pick up a pumpkin latte from Cof.fee Be.an which made getting out of bed before 10 almost worth the trouble.
Later, while Hubs was putting up insulation in the garage/man cave, I weeded our very neglected planters and pulled up all the dead plants. Ever since the m/c I've been avoiding gardening more than usual, almost to the point of deliberately letting our plants die. I guess that was my small way of sticking it to life; fickle, fickle life. For the record, most of the plants survived the VonD famine, I just had to get rid of a few annuals. Even better, one of my azaleas is blooming, and the other, along with all three rose bushes, are getting ready to bloom again too. And now I have room to plant more roses, which somehow seem to thrive in our yard despite my black thumb.
Now Hubs and I are feeling restless. We have a birthday shindig to attend later tonight, and I think we may just laze around the house drinking vodka cranberries until then. And at some point I may take a shower too.
Hope you're having a lovely weekend :)