Technically, I’m an hour late but since I’m still awake this definitely counts as the 13th. It’s my blog and self-imposed challenge, I make my own rules. Plus, post-dating!
Today was a fairly busy Saturday. BV’s good friend, the Gardener, had the Day of the Open Door at his nursery, so our plan was to head over there. They have it every year on the day before Mother’s Day, and quite often, a group of BV’s friends/colleagues come by to stock up on plants and have a chat.
We got up fairly early for a Saturday, and I got to baking. We had offered to bring a cake, and it didn’t get done on Friday afternoon. Good thing we did, too, as we arrived shortly before 2pm and all the sausages were already gone. There were a few random pieces of other cakes still on offer, but the crowd made short work of them.
The weather was fairly nuts today, with thunderstorms rolling in and out, so it seems that many people opted to come by in the morning. That meant it was less busy when BV’s crew made it through, but there was less food available. Luckily, they all had dogs/kids with them, and had brought their own snacks. We went home hungry, because we have no kids and therefore don’t carry provisions.
We had a nice afternoon of chatting with everyone (BV chats, I smile and nod, interjecting basics), and wandering through the nursery. We left the plants behind, since our garden is not prepared yet, and we’re going away for a few days this week. BV has a few more things to fix in the nursery, so he can easily pick up whatever plants we need on his next repair job.
The Gardener’s sister, co-owner of the magnificent hillside in Tuscany, was also in town, and we had a good chance to catch up with her. We’re hoping to make it back down to see them sooner than later, as an Italian farmhouse is almost always a good idea.
After the group slowly dispersed, we made our way home and prepped for dinner and Eurovision. Tonight’s post is late for that very reason, as we were fully consumed in watching the crazy. But, it was enjoyable as always. No dancing grannies this year, unfortunately, but there’s always next year.
Editor’s Note: This is part of a 31-day challenge series for the month of May, in which I aim to spend at least 15 minutes writing about whatever strikes my fancy. Results may vary.