Finally- November!

 

Oh Happy Day!!! Guess What? You will never guess so I will tell you. I got caught out in the rain!!! Isn't that awesome! I went out to feed and water the chickens and next thing I know, I am hiding under tree branches because the rain is coming down so much. I just had to walk back in and get soaking wet, and I actually got cold!!!

I decided I am a West Coast girl, in a East Coast body. I want cold and rain and snow and all of that fun stuff you write about on your blogs. This year, my goodness, we had nine months of hot weather. One of my friends actually said, "she was so glad this H-E double toothpicks of a summer was over. " She said that word that way and I thought it was so cute.)  Waiting until November to be able to breathe deeply is a long time.

 

I can say, that I think I got the last of what I wanted to get done outside this weekend. I got my clean flowerbeds planted with tulips, hyacinths and daffodils. Lots and lots. I moved and replanted my Iris bulbs.
We got the front lawn dirt reseeded with rye grass. It will be nice to look out on green instead of brown dirt. Hopefully, so come on El Nino.

I didn't hook at all. Nor sew. Today though, I am going to draw out rugs. It is a good day to be in side. Oh, I have to show you a picture of something I made Friday night.

Warm Skillet Bread and Artichoke Dip

 This is the best stuff ever. In fact, I would say if you like artichokes like I do, it is extremely dangerous.
Not to mention just a fun recipe to make. Here is the place I got the recipe from.

After living on summer food, for so long, it is so very, very nice to cook and play in the kitchen again.
I promise to not inundate you with food recipes. Even though, I am thinking far more about food and cooking than anything else.

Have a lovely day, where ever you are,

~Kim~

“Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.” 

 

 

 L. M. Montgomery.