A weekend at home
With the racing schedule of summer looming on the horizon, this weekend was the calm before the {good} storm. Supper club on Friday night in Granville, home of my alma mater. In Norman Rockwell’s perfect little village with good friends on the patio, a step back in time.
Farmer’s Market Saturday, gearing up for gardening. Strawberries, spinach, grilling cheese. Breakfast with a dear friend and her darling little boy, Ethan. By mid morning I was already sweating through my top. Oh hey, summer! Glad to see you came a little early.
Outdoor wedding on the river, jokes about the groom arriving by jet-ski and a picture perfect reception. We rode back to our car by a horse & buggy and asked the driver if he could take us to Hilliard-Rome Road. He said he would if we had 3 hours.
Book Club Brunch Club on Sunday. No one really read the book. Rhubarb muffins, caprese egg cups, ginger-limeade smash to drink - a serious feast for Sunday morning. Catching up on a million missed episodes of Glee, eating more spinach, planning for Memorial day & the week ahead.
Here’s to hoping that great weekend is the start to an even better week.
