Time escapes me. I just cannot seem to find more of it anywhere. I am desperate for just a few extra hours each day. Can't we all just vote to make the day 27 hours long instead of 24? Wouldn't that be great? I know that you all feel the same way.
One place where time seems to stand still (or maybe just slow down a bit at least) is my Grandma's. We had a lovely visit- very relaxing. The weather was remarkably nice, meaning it didn't rain.
We lounged around in G'ma and G'pa's back yard.
There was lots of good food,
mashed potatoes with real gravy (as in the kind not from a packet or jar, and the kind that my daughter had 8 helpings of!)
Grandma made heavenly rolls and we slathered them with butter. I'll share the recipe soon, they are so yummy.
Of course, once we arrived my Dad was never too far away from his girls. I still include myself in that description :) The marina was buzzing that day with the Farmer's Market open and an Art Walk downtown. I fell in love with this little yellow boat.
I told my Dad that I would like to row out with it's owner and have him tell me tales of the sea. Or maybe he could just share some of his crab catch of the day with me.
There was also a hike down to the beach where we lingered over every little sand creature and shell. They are now smelling up my garage. I always forget how much I miss the lush green foliage that I grew up with. I think that there will always be a bit of moss growing somewhere in me.
Oh time...it was well spent while we were away. Time? TIME! It is 5:20pm and I should be making dinner. Okay, going now.