Sundays are for cooking. Sweet potato biscuits, deviled eggs, greens, and lentil loaf.
Move-in treats from Oma!
The days (and the shadows) are getting longer.
U of R Culinary Arts School
Washing dishes is a small price to pay for this.
Family dinner time.
I uncovered these when I was preparing for the yard sale. I immediately thought about taking up golf, but then realized they weren't my size.
A worth-my-time yard sale. But nobody bought any clothes and Andy reminded me of that time I brought an overflowing cartful of clothes to Beacon's in the rain and all they took was one lousy shirt.
I'm sorry to say it took months for me to finally do a little Richmond exploring.
I like to note where pictures were taken so I can remind myself when I've either been spending too much time in one place or haven't been opening my eyes enough in others.
*This is also the day that Sister and I discovered our mutual love of certain country jams and had simultaneous desires to create Pandora stations so as to hear said songs more often. I could not take a picture of that.
But I can sure sing it in my head, or accidentally out loud.