I instead of the usual things that I learned I wanted to try something a little different this time around. I wanted to share personal-ish things that are going on in my life and maybe a bit of thing I am planning/dreaming of.
Imagine that we are sitting at our favorite little coffee shop, we just placed our order and are sipping chai as we catch up.
So what I am drinking on this coffee date? A black coffee (Kickapoo Radiowave) with a bit of raw sugar stirred in.
What are you going to have?
When we first moved out to the farm, I had visions of making our yard a beautiful park-like grotto. Life caught up with me pretty fast, and the last few years, I have let everything go.
Now I have a gross pile of weeks, right where every visitor to our house can see it when they pull into the driveway.
Now I have a massive pile of weeds with a few perennials mixed in. It was my goal this summer to get the bed under the windmill cleaned up and mulched.
Instead of using bark mulch, which is usually standard, I am using gravel from a pile that is on the other side of the driveway from the windmill bed.
Why you ask? I didn’t want to have to spend the time and the money going back and forth to the store to buy the bark.
Shockingly enough, It is really starting to come together.
I have become horribly obsessed with this show. I watched it while it was on originally, through most of its 15-year run. But for the last few weeks, it has been playing in my house on evenings and weekend almost non-stop.
It didn’t choose it; it started playing when another show finished and I just kind of got sucked in.
My mom, even with all of her squeamishness, watched this show religiously. For her, it was like the James Patterson novels she loved so much: interesting, fast-paced, and easy to read/watch. I am finding some kind of weird comfort in that now while watching gruesome deaths play out on the screen.
The temperatures around here have moved towards fall-like (warm days, cool evenings), which has been a relief. Weeks on end of hiding in the air-conditioning is the worst.
When the temps cooled off I came out of hibernation and started on some yard work (see the weed section above) and dug out some recipes that require some serious oven time. I made a couple of beautiful batches of banana bread, and I spent most of a Sunday afternoon slow-roasting a chicken.
I hope September treats you well and thank you for joining me for this first edition of coffee talk. Until next month!