gone fishing

his last words to me were, "don't paint the kitchen chairs."  and then he walked out the door.

biding my lonely time and minding my own business i scoured the internet for some sort of consolation.  and then i saw this post.  about yellow chairs.

via the inspired room, via house beautiful {designed by ruthie summers}

in denver it will be 60 this weekend.  no telling what the weather will be like where he is.  he packed shirts sleeved long and short.  a jacket.  and some waders.   

i believe it's time to start the greens in the garden.  i wonder if he will think of me while he's fishing and i'm knee deep in dirt rows and seeds?

but i haven't painted in months.

and i wonder how hard it would be to make a chicken coop?  and i wonder, if he had a choice, would he rather i paint or acquire chickens while he is away?

he decided at the last minute not to take my baby.  my camera.  that goes everywhere i go.  so stay tuned.  a lot can happen.  you'll know before he does which way the wind was blowing this weekend.  and i'll have plenty of time to capture all the moments.  xoxo