A weekend in the life of one chickiedoodle.

On the surface everything looks calm and serene. Like, for instance, this bouquet in a bucket at the Barn House event on Saturday.In reality, though sometimes all you want to do is roll your eyes and say, "Good grief."
Take for instance this picture. A little background is in order. Found a sweet Frenchy Bench in Camas, at the local garden faire. "Will it fit in the car?" I ask Bill. He says, "Oh yeah. It'll fit just fine." We get to the car and guess what? It doesn't fit. Just a couple inches too long to fit in the back seat. Try the trunk. Plenty of room....not enough top clearance. Uh-oh. I have visions of sitting on the bench in the middle of town while Bill drives home (35 mins. each way) to get the truck. Ah, but wait! Where there's a Bill there's a way!! He is unfazed by this predicament. Then I remembered a certain trip to Lake Oswego where we found two 7 ft. pillars and had to bring them home in the trunk of the car.....via the freeway as well. Bill and I are just a couple of modern day Beverly Hillbillies!! Ha!

Then you get to the really, really sweet things. The make your heart soar things. All put together and it's another weekend in the life of this chickiedoodle. I wouldn't have it any other way. Would you? *wink*

Warmest bear hugs, Aleta