Emerging asparagus spears means spring has sprung. I wish bacon would grow out of the ground this easily.
Preston's dog igloo has gone to Goodwill. Sigh. So sad. Granted, Preston hasn't actually stepped foot into his dog house in over 12 years. But I'm sentimental today. Those were such crazy puppy days.
Tea-bagging the Dolly Parton mug. And the new bottle scrubber that is disturbingly phallic. The juxtaposition of the two means this is art.
In the early 1910's my little Altadena neighborhood was the trendy place for East Coast businessmen to build their winter homes. Hence many of our streets are named after East Coast cities. New York Ave. Boston St. The styles of these houses lend themselves well for filming "New England" scenes. Hence, the constant stream of filming trucks disrupting our quiet traffic.
Preston's dog igloo has gone to Goodwill. Sigh. So sad. Granted, Preston hasn't actually stepped foot into his dog house in over 12 years. But I'm sentimental today. Those were such crazy puppy days.
Tea-bagging the Dolly Parton mug. And the new bottle scrubber that is disturbingly phallic. The juxtaposition of the two means this is art.
It's almost time to make Ed's limoncello. Yay Ed.
Spring means warmer temperatures and longer days. Perfect for exploring the neighborhood. This is my favorite driveway.
Our Preston walkies today brings us past the Camelot House with it's super labor intensive roof shingles.
And the house with the lookout tower. Every boy wants a Jeep in the driveway. Mine would be red.
And the house with the lookout tower. Every boy wants a Jeep in the driveway. Mine would be red.
In the early 1910's my little Altadena neighborhood was the trendy place for East Coast businessmen to build their winter homes. Hence many of our streets are named after East Coast cities. New York Ave. Boston St. The styles of these houses lend themselves well for filming "New England" scenes. Hence, the constant stream of filming trucks disrupting our quiet traffic.
"Taco Bell Tuscan" is the new blight on neighborhood architecture. And we do not like these neighbors because their Lamborghini is hecka loud when zipping around at midnight. But mostly, I'm jealous because I want to play with the bright yellow car too.
With the advent of Spring, and the flock of sheep on Preston's walkie itinerary, I find myself craving lamb chops. Rosemary sage mustard crusted. On a bed of farro grains.
1 comment:
Those lamb chops look fabulous! I made some the other night from our 1/2 lamb in the freezer - thank goodness for local Iowa farmers who like lamb as much as we do.
Meg
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