Going up to my parents' house sometimes feels like a mini-vacation at a bed and breakfast. We splurge on dinner, have breakfast that isn't oatmeal and get our own private suite on the property. We headed up there for Mother's Day and turned it into a Mother's Day weekend for my mom. We arrived Friday evening and went out to dinner. On Saturday we tried a new breakfast spot in downtown Bellingham that I loved (can't say anyone else liked it) and walked thru the farmer's market. Then, my mom and I went to the nursery. On Sunday, we worked in the yard as a gift to her. I weeded, planted pots, helped separate and plant Dahlias while Terry found rocks.
Terry enjoys digging holes at my parents' house. He walks thru the back pasture looking for little rock surfaces, then digs until a rock appears. Last time he did this, it took my parents 6 yards of rock to fill the hole he made near their driveway. This time, he found a smaller rock and with the hole in the back, it shouldn't need to be filled.
Terry also helped my dad give the llamas shots. The llamas weren't too happy about getting pricked, twice. I bet you Terry never thought giving llamas shots would be part of the job description when he married me.
Overall, this weekend was nice. Terry dug a big hole and gave the llamas shots. I ate good food, helped plant in the garden, weeded a little and cooked Mother's Day dinner for the family.
On a separate note: I wonder who came up with the idea it was okay to pee in the trees on the golf course. It is amazing how many men (haven't seen any women yet) walk nonchalantly to the tree line and relieve themselves. I should put my telephoto lens on my camera and start taking pictures of them. Then, I could post the pictures on the bulletin board on the golf course (I am sure they have something like that) for everyone to see. It would just be nice to not have to worry about seeing a man taking advantage of the great outdoors when I look into my backyard.
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