Last Saturday was the most beautiful day we have had all year. The Spring-nostalgia was thick. I couldn't keep myself inside. And it's only going to get better. Until it gets TOO hot of course, but that never lasts long here either.
Tried unsuccessfully yesterday to convince my husband that we really need to go to Weaverville for July 4 this year. We've been married 7 years and he's still never seen a 4th in Weaverville. There is no better place to be for that holiday, let me tell you. Small towns do the best Independence Day celebrations on the planet.
It's like the high school football games, where half the county is there and there are cow bells ringing and.... but I digress. Go to Weaverville, CA for the 4th of July. Get a cabin, or a campground or a houseboat or a hotel room (but by now you might have to wait until next year). Do some hiking, see the fireworks, watch the destruction derby and the softball games. Go to the carnival. The pancake breakfast the ice cream social. See the historical sights. Spend your money. And think of me, because it looks like I'm not going to get to go this year either.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Monday, April 03, 2006
Again with the rain! And again with the not-alot-of-interesting-things-to-say.
Spring cleaning ensues. Reorganizing closets and moving furniture. Thinking about sewing some curtains. Or Easter dresses.
Spring always makes me feel like sewing. Every year. This uncontrollable urge that wells up and makes me go out and spend lots of money of fabric and patterns and then start 10 projects that never EVER get finished. Ask my poor husband.
Spring cleaning ensues. Reorganizing closets and moving furniture. Thinking about sewing some curtains. Or Easter dresses.
Spring always makes me feel like sewing. Every year. This uncontrollable urge that wells up and makes me go out and spend lots of money of fabric and patterns and then start 10 projects that never EVER get finished. Ask my poor husband.
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