Checking in

Sorry to disappear on everyone there for a week and a half. I've been feeling the big, mega, furry, crazy-eyed CRUNCH to get things done (both inside and out) for our open house thingy we do every year, which is next Saturday. June 7th. Eight days. Eight days, and thar she blows:

Oh my. I am having to back off my hopes just a bit. The counters will be in, and that is so big. Living without counters is HARD. The sink is plumbed, and hopefully the dishwasher will slide itself into place, in the eleventh hour, once the counters are in place. Things that are iffy: hardware, baseboards, ceiling paint. Things that won't be done yet: the white subway tile backsplash, and the open shelves that live on them. 
But, things that are certain: good food and drink, friends and family, laughter.
And this all just means we'll have to have ANOTHER party, maybe in, I dunno, August, when the kitchen is finally officially completely DONE. Right? Right.
Moving on, then.

We are eating off the land again, and that feels fantastic. Incredibly, we still have some of last year's frozen broccoli in the freezer, and we ate the last block of frozen beet greens (thawed, of course, with roasted red peppers and walnuts and raisins and capers, and drowned in mozzarella cheese!) for dinner last night. But in between, there have been SALADS. Spinach salad with hardboiled eggs, and shredded kale salad with apples and raisins and feta. Asparagus stir-fry, too. The tomatoes are in and kicking butt, the beans and squash and cucumbers and melons (!) are planted, the potatoes are charging forth. It's that season. Such a good season. 
I'll try to check in here next week, even in the midst of the madness. OH, and did I mention? We're going away for Sunday/Monday to see Jason Isbell again? Just saw him in February, seeing him again now, with Ray LaMontagne. Not sure if you've heard of him, or if he'd be your cup of tea, but if you like songwriting, and loneliness, and Alabama, give him a try. We're a little bit in love.
Anyway. Back Tuesday, probably, with a report. Wheee!
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