Sometimes small joys are the best. Like a wagon full of new perennials waiting to be planted even though I very likely jumped the gun on a deceptively warm spring day and there is a chance I will be running outside throwing sheets all over my flowers in the middle of the night sometime during the next few weeks. I've discovered that I have developed a gardening style. I buy all the stuff I love, bring it home and try to figure out where to put it. Then about a week later (although sometimes it's only hours later) I realize I should have put it somewhere else so I move it. It's called on-the-job-training and it has always been how I learn best.
On Friday afternoons I've started baking cookies to pass out to friends and neighbors from our front porch. This week it was the Gooey Butter Cookies I mentioned in this post. I try to limit it to one cookie a person but the truth is, if you park yourself on my porch for a couple of hours you will end up with as many cookies as you want and probably a cocktail. Certain friends know this about us and are already taking advantage. Certain friends might have ended up taking home a couple of our window screens that were in need of repair as a souvenir of their evening. Quid pro quo. My Man may have been a bit disappointed by how few cookies were left at the end of the evening but he was excited to mark repair window screens off his to do list. Plus, rumor is he's sleeping with the baker.
I'm so glad we tackled this porch project last year and even though it drained us emotionally, physically and financially to do it, I hope that we will get to enjoy it for many years to come. Now we're starting to forget what it looked like before and we love when people tell us it looks like it's always been this way. I'm looking forward to a long season of eating, drinking, visiting, reading, napping and dreaming in this space.