The actual first weekend of Spring
When the weather is lovely like this for the first time in the year, it feels like anything is possible. I also had a lot of delicious plans this weekend, which is rare for me. So overall, this weekend has felt like a mini vacation. So much so that in about 2 hours, I am going to be bumming super hard that tomorrow's Monday. Sunday evening blues are such a thing.
I kicked off the weekend on Friday evening by going to George's French Bistro for girls' night with Tina and Denise. George's Bistro is such a beautiful place. It barely feels like we're in Wichita, which I know sounds like a slam but I don't mean it such. I am just so happy that Wichita continues to become a culinary delight.
After my Saturday morning yoga class, I stopped at Stone Creek Nursery on my way home. Almost $100 later, I walked out of there with the entire contents of my garden and patio pots. That afternoon, I (foolishly) just cranked out the whole thing. Yep. I planted everything. From begonias, to spinach, to tomatoes. (I say foolish because that's not ideal for my back. I probably should've broken it up more. Another note, this is my second planting of Spinach. I planted the first right before I went to Seattle and it's starting to come up). I also bought this patio tomato plant that is pretty mature already. If this goes well, this might be the future of my garden adventures. I also talk about doing less every year, and truly I have done less and less. But I should maybe just try and be more creative about how I spend my gardening energy. Oh well. Everything is planted this year. Good luck everyone.
|The nursery in town has pets. This dog is so sweat (and so sleepy)|
And finally today. Today was a magical day because I finally got to go to this farm-to-table place in Wichita called HomeGrown that I've been wanting to try forever. Also, I dream of brunch constantly. After 2 previous failed attempts at going there, it finally happened. And it was everything I hoped it would be: cool atmosphere, farm-to-table, brunch that doesn't equal buffet, espresso drinks and eggs Benedict. All these things are what taught me to love brunch in Asheville. And now I have a place in Wichita. I could cry with delight. I also went with my friends Jill and Kate who I love spending time with. Ah. So good.
|We shared this house made pb&j poptart. So good!|
Thanks for the mini-vacation, Kansas. It was everything I needed right now.