Earlier this week, I was over the moon to see that our temperatures were supposed to drop into the high 70's this weekend. I announced that this weekend would be a "work" weekend - which The Husband correctly deduced that I meant to rope him in and make him help me with a few projects that would definitely be easier to do in cooler temperatures. Projects that he knew I couldn't do alone. These are the times when he misses renting...because a homeowner's work is never done.
The options were endless...
We could clear out the unsightly area near the front porch. We have a beautiful Japanese Maple that should be the star of that particular show; but, of course, someone (the last owners, perhaps) couldn't bear the sight of any empty space around it - so they threw in a couple of rose bushes, another random plant and some more morning glory. (sigh)
We could work on building the border around the side bed. I've been itching to do this project ever since my last visit home where my friend's husband was working on a beautiful border wall; that has since been completed and is perfect!
Or we could, once again, tackle the garage. We only made it so far since our last attempt. Since then, while we haven't added to the mess, we certainly haven't made any forward motion.
Or, we could tackle those trees in the back...as I said, the list is endless.
This morning dawned nice and cool. And full of rain. It has rained practically non-stop all day. Although he denied it, I'm absolutely convinced The Husband pulled some kind of voodoo to conjure up this rain.
I am holding out hope for tomorrow but not much.
Since my plans were rained out, I decided to take another swipe at making bread. Yes, I had attempted to make some last week. While the cake and the crumble were both an all around success; the bread failed horribly. I could only surmise that I had too much going on and must have missed something.
Today I was completely focused. And I still failed. And I have no idea why. I did everything exactly the way I did it the first time I successfully made it. It vexes me to no end.
I am determined to master this deceptively simple recipe. It's obvious that it can be done as evidenced here. Maybe I'll try again tomorrow, if The Husband's voodoo continues to bring on the rain.