Big doings are afoot at Nana’s house today, calling for some gourmet food prep. The Janks clan is leaving for Chicago tomorrow, and the Merkle gang is headed out tomorrow for Granny’s house in Boise, from which point Ben and I will be continuing on to England for a week. Neither Rachel nor I are suitably packed yet, so Nana has all the kids careening about her house for the day. Note that I am not packing during this golden moment, I am posting pictures about it. But I’ll get to the packing soon. Promise.
Also, while I’m at the computer posting pictures, I might as well go for the gold and post some more pictures. I have a fabulous friend in England who invited me one year to “come for lunch and admire my rose.” That sounded like the sort of invitation you don’t receive everyday, so of course I came prepared to admire the rose to the fullest extent of my ability. She fed me lamb and broad bean salad, and then we went out to admire the rose. I’m not sure what I was expecting – but I’ve never before seen anything like it. It had climbed up two of her trees, and completely covered the entirety of the foliage. It looked like a thirty foot rose tree, and so my admiration for her rose was entirely genuine.
What I’m getting around to is that this blog post is a sort of internet version of her invitation. “Stop on by for a PBJ and admire the roses.” Maybe lamb will be on the menu another day, but in the meantime let me take you out into Nana’s yard and show you around.
So there you go! And now I’m off to pack. And do laundry. And generally stress out that I’ve procrastinated so badly.