The weekend, they warned, could be fraught with peril. With another storm system set to blow through, they forecasted high winds and snow. So it was, bright and early Saturday morning we awoke to this . . .
Thankfully, our days were warmed with with good friends, good food, and good conversation.
Starting with a breakfast tea hosted by my aunt . . .
Not the best of photos, I’ll grant you. But I had to snap quickly; everyone stood at the ready, eager to partake of tea, fresh baked scones, fruit, eggs, and ham. Due the ice that had to be chiseled from my car windows, I had kept them quite long enough already.
By ‘them’ I mean an assortment of my aunt’s friends. It’s tradition, you see. Each year around this time, my aunt invites an assortment of her friends over for a delightful tea. We differ in age and background; chances are good we’d never meet otherwise. But what do you know? Over the years the ladies have grown quite close to my heart.
If you get a chance to join a similar gathering, I’d highly recommend.
From there I barely had chance to catch my breath before heading to another to-do. Mainly, a purse party–where my friend provided homemade Mexican food so good it brings a tear. Sadly, I have no proof other than memory. My friend’s home sits atop a hill in the middle of the desert. The wind whips with fury this time of year; knowing this, I braced myself when emerging from the car.
Remember that scene from New In Town when she says, ‘How bad can it be?’ and proceeds to walk out of the airport? Yeah, it went something like that. I could barely hold on long enough to grab my bag before blowing into the house, my hair the size of Texas.
Finally, my weekend ended with a private Oscar party. I’ll spare you the details since it was a bit of a fail.
Lucky for me, the rest was delicious enough to cover any short comings. All in all, it was a grand way to refresh, regroup, and otherwise prepare for one crazy week!