What a gorgeous Sunday. Didn’t expect this sunshine.
I forsook the assembly this morning. Left God hanging for the first time in a long time. Last night got a little tight with friends. At some point switched to onions instead of olives. I’d never had a martini with onions before. The taste simply will not leave my mouth this morning, even after multiple cups of coffee. Tastes like shame and a fleeting false sensation of youth.
Keaton and I spent most of Saturday afternoon working on the garden together. I built a set of stairs up the hill and laid some pavers to form a walkway between the gardenbox and the grape row. Access to the grapes for pruning will be key so I needed something. Afterward we refreshed the mix in the box and picked and planted the spring crop.
Oh man I have some serious writer’s block. I haven’t been able to come up with anything good in weeks.
Tonight is apparently no exception.