Friday night: “What’s that you say, Mom? A long weekend? Prince Sir Toby approves.”

Saturday: “What a pleasant day to be color-coordinated on the deck.”

Sunday afternoon, on an urban hike: “Is this stupid or genius?”

Right after we got home Sunday afternoon: “Wow I’m glad we didn’t go for a real hike”

Not shown on Monday: Getting some help at the gym with my lifts and then sewing and organizing allll daaaaay (aka The Best Day).

Just a normal sort of weekend around here: some mountains, some laundry, and some bathtimes (for Toby, that is).

We went to the botanical garden on Sunday to check out the orchid show, which had some very cool things (orchids with parents, tiny orchids, orchids I’d never heard of). We also walked around the gardens and saw my favorite Secret Garden wall covered in quince. Then Toby stuck his tongue out and the weekend was complete.

How I feel about Monday, too

We got a foot of snow overnight Saturday. We usually visit Doc’s family on Sunday but they were out of town–so we didn’t drive anywhere, not even to the canyon where it was sure to be amateur hour on snowshoes.  We shoveled out, read the newspaper, did some sewing, and walked over to the grocery store for store bought cookies. Thrills!!

There’s two feet of fresh snow in the mountains and it was a cold hike on Sunday, but I’m d-u-n with winter. It’s going to be March this week; I’m looking forward to projects made with linen and finding some sunshine. (Toby agrees!)

I made the call that it would be too sloppy and too worrisome to head into the canyons (seriously, the Wasatch Front gets all its water from mountain snow melt and this year there just…isn’t any). Instead, we took a tip from Austin Kleon’s blog and found things of interest within a two-mile radius of our house: an accountant’s precise signage, a cemetery, the grocery store’s most excellent chalk art.

It was a gray weekend and a sloppy, short hike, but I had plenty of fabric to keep my busy inside. (And a fabric supervisor, of course.)