Sometimes I fuss to ya'll about how tired I am after a cooking marathon, and I AM tired, but I enjoy dishing up good food for the crew. I do it for DH because although they come to work cattle, it's nice for him when they are fed well. Yesterday he told me that a couple of the boys from Arizona just bragged on the meals all week when they were working and said that was the best food they'd ever eaten in their entire lives. 😂 That kind of made me cry and is the absolutely sweetest compliment I've ever had. Years ago, one of the boys (He's now a brand inspector and we recently heard he's moving back to this area so it'll be nice to catch up with him again) said he popped the button off of his Wranglers and he told our girl it was her Mama's fault. 😂 It makes those 2:30 wake up calls worth it.
I did cook breakfast but Sunday was leftover-recuperation day. Leftover cherry pie? Yes please!
I did manage to get into my sewing room for a little while and make a binding. I don't watch much television but I treated myself to a little Aurora Teagarden (a guilty pleasure) while I wrote this post, watched church services, watered the yard and garden, oiled the dining room table and tended to laundry. There is something so soothing about sleeping under sheets and a quilt that have been dried on the clothesline by our New Mexico sun:
I love this quilt that graces our king-sized bed these days:
Sun-dried bedding brings me joy. I think it has sleep inducing qualities...I'm ready to sleep like a baby. I closed out the day by watering the garden and celebrating a sign of good things to come:
I think everyone's ready for that!
