Summer in Winter

Yesterday was just an absolutely beautiful day.  The Hubby and I got to sleep in till 7:30 which is unheard of with Clayton in the house.  Mr. 5 AM slept in!  We all three finally got up and got ready to go to the flea market which I haven't been to for months.  The fairgrounds was just packed with cars and people because of the Home and Garden show and some kind of horse show so parking was hard to find.  We finally parked and spent a good hour or so walking up and down the aisles.  I found a couple of butterfly books but basically nothing else.  We saw a lot of people we knew and a couple that lives in our neighborhood a street away.  They also have a cabin where we do so we have a lot in common and Shelly takes art from the same guy I take from.    While there a blue grass like band was playing.  Their name is Grass Crack (not sure about that) and I liked them very much.  Reminded me of when I was a young girl going to my older cousins house, Martha and Nathan.  Nathan was in a blue grass band.  These old cigarette smoking, boos drinking guys would play and sing blue grass music all night long.  We would lay around and dose in and out of sleep watching and listening in the smoky filled rooms.  So cool, cough, cough...

Done with the flea market The Hubby and I decided to go have a bite for lunch at El Rio Verde, our favorite Mexican restaurant.  We just sat down when another neighbor walked in the door.  We invited them to share our table for lunch.  Sheila is also in my art class.  Fun lunch with new friends.  After lunch I was going to buy some new running shoes but it was just so beautiful I had to go home and spend the afternoon in the backyard.  Man it was summer in winter.  I moved all of my painting stuff outside and set up a make shift art studio.  I was out there painting for nearly 4 hours. 

When I finally decided I might be sunburned (I wasn't thank goodness), I came in and tried to think what to do with the chicken tenders thawing for dinner.  I suddenly thought about inviting Shelly & Steve, the neighbors we saw at the flea market for an impromtu dinner.  What great fun we had.  I love that kind of happening.