Our weekend started off with a little drama and is finishing up with about as much peace and serenity as you can have and still be alive.
I made spaghetti for dinner Friday night. Actually, I should say that we all made it as Mom put the meatballs and sauce in the crockpot to cook, Pop put the water for the noodles on to boil (I think, it might have been mom) and I put the noodles in when the water boiled. Either way... it was pretty good. I bought these frozen Italian meatballs that were on sale at Ingles - it was cheaper than ground beef.
|Hot chocolate? Make mine a double!|
My great-grandmother always took in stray people. There were always assorted cousins and in-laws and boarders living at her house. When I was a little girl there were Morman missionaries living there! When my dad was born his family was living there at Grandma Ward's house - as was his Aunt and Uncle and their kids. His Aunt had a baby the same week he was born. Can you imagine? Two families with newborns under the same roof? That same house that was my dad's first home was also my first home as my parents had moved back in when they got married. I can see this house at Cedar Hollow being that kind of multi-generational homestead for our family and I love the various adventures that we get to share.
|Clay pots beside the top of the fountain|
So we started with a muddy dog and ended with some kitties sunbathing... life here at Cedar Hollow is good. Hope your weekend was also.