Home, Sweet Home

I came home from a fun-filled girls' weekend in Florida Monday evening to a handmade "Welcome Home" sign on the front door- each letter carefully cut from different colored construction paper, a living room filled with balloons, and The Cat dressed in ribbons and bows. As much fun as I had lying around on the beach with some of my favorite gals ever, it never felt so good to be back home with my best friend.

Just say it

I have discovered Heaven on Earth. Moorhead's Blueberry Farm in Conroe, Texas (www.sayblueberry.com). 20 acres of bliss. Blueberries galore, waiting to be picked and devoured by salivating blueberry fanatics like myself. It takes a good while to pick a generous amount of berries, especially when irresistibly eating while picking, and especially in the Texas heat, but it's definitely worth it. The Husband had the advantage of his height... all of the ripe, unpicked blueberries that no one else could reach were at his fingertips. No wonder he picked the most out of all of us.

(frolicking with our buckets of freshly picked blueberries)

We have now happily enjoyed a homemade blueberry pie, blueberry pancakes, blueberry cookies, and blueberry smoothie. Next: blueberry bread. I can never get enough.