Me: I don’t mean we have to do it today, today. You know, do it threesday. We have three days, all days are the same.
And thus a term was born: threesday.
HWMMS and I spent our normal weekend brunch hour on the porch drinking coffee, listening to the creek flow after a full night of rain and watching birds. Not too shabby. I was drawn to this gorgeous yellow bird…American Goldfinch.The yellow was striking. Yep, we are that couple who watches birds on the porch. Quite honestly, there’s no place I’d rather be. Weber Wonderland – Home Sweet Home.
HWMMS: Look! It makes waffles and pancakes at the same time!Me: We should be doing ANYTHING besides what we are currently doing right now…HWMMS: I know, isn’t it glorious? #Threesday
Now that we created a dedicated garden area for mushrooms I can’t stop looking at all the gnomes sitting on mushrooms and dreaming of them scattered around our plot. ALL THE GNOMES AND SOLAR LIGHT PLEASES. One of these days I should count the number of gnomes we’ve collected. SO MANY. (Our first movie date was to see Gnomeo & Juliet...)
Today’s adventure in the garden: 18 hills of pickling cucumbers, 14 hills of silver slicer cucumbers and 5 rows, 50 plants per row of 5 varieties of bush beans.
And I weeded the herb garden.
Happy Threesday!
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