This weekend I was grateful for steamy walks by the canal
and little white tents filled with talent.
For rows of yummy food and even yummier smells.
For the sudden shocks of beauty blooming all over our little city.
For a good house-inspection report and the freedom to start pawing through paint chips.
(Our soon-to-be house is in surprisingly good health for such an old girl.)
And for little seedlings that will eventually make for some fine pasta and pizza cooking.
Our weekend was generally filled with sunshine and smiles, exploring our little city.
A friendly man sipping iced coffee informed us that
Thursday is apparently a night for festive Irish reels at Boe's Strings.
The kind where if you have a guitar and can play a few chords, you're in.
If you have a mandolin or accordion and know your way around...even better.
And a lady selling beautiful canvases of sunflowers and hyacinths
taught me how to properly pick and use a palette knife.
Goes to show you that you never know what you'll learn
or who you'll meet if you just take the time to strike up a conversation with a stranger.
How was your weekend?