What just happened?

Saturday mornings in our house always start off the same ... breakfast at Mr. T's Deli.  Stewart has always been an "eat weekend breakfasts out" guy which became our weekend tradition.  Even the dogs get to tag along with us.  And they seem to know when it's Saturday too as their excitement level is quite palpable.  Stewart's gone online and searched the "colony" we'll be living in when we move and there's a breakfast place that we'll most likely be trying out.

Today we got home just in time to see the mailman working his way down our street.  Saturday means People magazine delivery!  It's quite an exciting day in my "Groundhog Day" life.  As Stewart waited outside, I couldn't help but turn Scout loose.  It was so beautiful outside.  Bella started getting antsy and wanted to be out as well.  She cannot be off a leash though.  I got a long leash and wrapped it around the pecan tree in our yard and attached Scout.  I attached Bella to the carport so she could be near Scout.  They were loving the weather.


Stewart then started to pull up the weeds that are making a fierce assault on our front lawn.  It's a losing battle really but he gives it his all.  I hate yard work.  Hate it.  I never wanted a house of my own because I didn't want to deal with the yard.  Plants are beautiful but take too much work.  However, in Waco, I did have a patio of potted plants which actually thrived AND I grew my own tomatoes.  That was the only time I have ever had any motivation to do anything yard worky.

Until today.

When I first visited Stewart out here about a year ago, Texas was in the beginning stages of one of the worst droughts.  The yards were pitiful and dying.  Next to the front porch were the remnants of a large rosebush - just large, brown, dead stalks.  It did not do well with the drought.  No big deal to me.  We got married and I moved all my stuff in.  It was a lot easier to go in through the rosebush side of the porch than the other side with my furniture.  The rosebush was in the way.  It was dead anyway so we broke off the stalks.

Then we started to get rain!  Months ago, I noticed green springing up from the ground.  I actually got excited that the rosebush was making a comeback.  It had one tiny stalk slowly growing.  At Thanksgiving, we had our house painted.  The painters trampled the rosebush.  It disappeared.  Then it started growing again.  It seemed to be stronger than before.  I had hope.  Then the windows in our house were replaced.  Those guys?  They broke off the rose stalk.  It didn't even have a chance.  I started to lose hope that this thing would survive.  But it has.  And it's strong.  While Stewart weeded, I spent the entire time with the rosebush clearing out the area and fighting some fierce weeds.

Over the past few weeks, I've started to develop yard envy.  My mom has a beautiful yard, Stewart's mom has been working hard on her beautiful yard, and Cullen's vegetable garden makes me REALLY want one!  Stewart and I have been talking about starting a vegetable garden when we get back.  I love the idea of growing our own food.  And depending on where we are, I think we might have some chickens too!  Who knows ... maybe we'll try some flowering plants too.