Last week the men of the house headed north to boy scout camp; I headed south to Florida to spend some time with some dear college friends. They are super awesome because they let me crash at their house-but they did get dinner and two sour cream pound cakes out of it!
it’s a burger night, with zucchini and onion grilled right along side those burgers. and potatoes, because you can’t have burgers without potatoes.
and chocolate cake with peanut butter icing for dessert. because my friend Vanda posted a picture of said cake on her facebook page last night, and it started calling my name.
time to go get the coals going. and make the icing.
Update: Um…chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting-Hellooooooo, Lover.
My husband says it’s so rich, it’s a one piece a week cake.
I live in a small town in south Georgia. This hasn’t always been the case: I grew up in Metro Atlanta-Gwinnett County. Everything I needed five minutes away, ten tops. Now, it’s 30 minutes to Wal Mart, Target, Publix-I have to want to go-and NEED things-have a list-to go. There are 10 red lights in this county: 9 in the city we call home. It’s a love-hate relationship: there aren’t as many things to do, but then, because there aren’t as many thing to do, you’re forced to slow down, to notice things. Continue reading
We’re in the first full week of summer here at the Lumberjack house. I have a seventh grader now-he’s sitting at the computer in the dining room making a power point-yes, he is. Don’t ask. I can’t explain it, and I can’t even attempt to.
Library trips, boy scout camp, a trip to the Tellus Museum-and before you know it, school will be ready to start again. So here’s to lazy summer days, and calm peaceful summer nights.
We live in a small town. There are 10 red lights in the county-8 of them in the town in which we live. Our neighborhood is quiet, friendly. When the sun goes down, we can sit outside and listen to the quiet. In the fall, the Friday night lights burn bright-we can listen to the game on our front porch.
Beautiful, yet alone. Abandoned, forgotten. Standing quietly, waiting. For what? Time to stand still? Someone to walk in her doors? Brides to walk in with their fathers, walk out with their husbands?
Because it’s so pretty outside (well, it’s beautiful here!)-blue skies, no clouds as far as your eyes can see, two pictures shot recently.