I was telling a sweet friend this morning that I haven't been feeling too inspired to write in my blog lately. After I said that, I thought to myself, "Why not?" Lord knows I have so many things that inspire me on a daily basis! A hilarious husband and his constant comic relief, the cutest ever floppy-faced bulldog, three loud-mouthed donkeys and the ever-inspiring surroundings at our peaceful little home on the hollow. What more inspiration could a person ask for?
This weekend was an especially nice one. Saturday, while Hubby was at work, Duds and I spent the day cleaning house, doing laundry, working on projects and watching tv. That night we watched a marathon of spooky ghost stories on television that had us both on edge. Dudley's ears would go back when the eerie music played during dramatic moments on the show, and any little bump in the house had us both jumping out of the chair we were cuddling in. At one point Dudley decided to walk room to room, just to make sure all was safe and sound. Most of the lights were off throughout the house, but I had left a candle burning in the bathroom. When Duds got to the bathroom door, he nudged it open with his head and started barking and growling at the reflection of the flame flickering in the bathroom mirror. His ears were back and his hair was bristling as he huffed and growled. I couldn't resist scaring him even more, so I grabbed a set of keys and launched them into the air toward the bathroom. I never saw him move so fast in all his days! He came flying back into the living room with his hind-end tucked under, barking like crazy. It was hilarious. Up on my lap he jumped and there he stayed the rest of the night.
Sunday morning we woke to the sound of donkeys hee-hawing for breakfast and a frisky dog jumping all over our bed. Note to self: black-out blinds for the windows and earplugs. The boys went out to feed the long-eared hayburners and I made the bed and started breakfast. Hubby built a fire out back, and I straightened up the house and got dressed while the bacon fried. The neighbors came by with their pup and Dudley was in heaven. They romped and chased each other through the yard, rolled in the hay and slobbered all over each other until they were both soaking wet and out of breath. Breakfast was on hold while we bathed and dried Dudley and after everyone had full bellies, Hubby hung his hammock out back between two trees and grabbed a big denim comforter and two pillows and went outside for a nap. Dudley collapsed at the foot of my chair and was soon snoring away, while I enjoyed flipping through the latest issue of my Country Living magazine.
Later, when Hubby woke up, I went into town to visit a couple of my favorite antique stores. Country Living magazine always inspires me, and I was on the hunt for a few special things. As always, I came home with treasures. While in town, I stopped at the store to get the ingredients for Hubby's famous salsa and Sunday evening was spent with a good friend of ours who came by to help us make about 20 jars. The whole house smelled like hot peppers and garlic and we had to open the windows to breathe. We made two separate batches - one flaming hot, tongue blistering batch for Hubby and one toned-down version for our friend.
That night we laid in bed with Dudley snuggled between us, him laying on his back with his legs up in the air, us listening to his hypnotic snores and the popping of the lids on the jars of salsa cooling on the kitchen counter. Peaceful, happy and contented after our inspiring weekend of love.
