A weekend of friends, sunshine and fever.
Breakfast in the East Bay at Tomate, with Fern and one of my besties.
An after brekkie stroll in the Berkeley Marina.
We met Missa and Clover at the mother of all thrift sales.
I scored some wonderful vintage kids books, but am still slapping my forehead for not getting this one. From 1888, with full color plates. I opted to save pennies in case of something else, and now I regret it. Still, I am tickled with finding Johnny Crow’s Garden and the lion with the green and yellow tie on.
The kids help up very well considering how overstimulating and tiresome it was for them. Wish I could say the same for us mamas. We were both so blown out that we didn’t even manage to get a photo of the two of us. Hey Missa, whaddya say I schlepp it out to you next time? And will you wear those ridiculously cute pants you scored?
The weekend was warm and sunny (but oh how badly we need more rain) and Fern seemed to retain some of that heat in her body. Her forehead was burning up at the White Elephant sale, and remained so the rest of the evening, with a temp of 101. Her mood was irritable, but not extremely so. She was feverish all through the night, but by morning she had cooled down. Still we took it easy on Sunday:
According to the farmer’s almanac, this weekend was the best time to plant. We spent the morning in the garden, planting sunflowers and arugula. And picking Sar Gass.
Still out of sorts, my little oxalis flower went down for a nap, and I had a rare hour on the front stoop.
Loving Jane Eyre. As my neighbor said when she noticed what I was reading, “You’d never guess it was so creepy.” Indeed, it’s like Twilight of the 1800s.
Our evening ended with a house dinner…tomato and fennel soup with italian “sausage”, potatoes with walnuts, salad from our housemate’s school garden. Before bed we watched this.
Also, we spent the weekend laughing about this:
How was your weekend?