Tag: Farmers’ Market

Weekend Things

Lauren6 Comments

I don’t know what the weather is like where you live, but here in Colorado, it’s definitely been feeling like fall.  Cool in the morning and evening, sunny and breezy in the afternoon.  Swoon.  I think I’m in love.  And it’s been making me feel positively giddy.

I think I basically did all the same things I do most weekends.  Only made 100x better by the fact that I didn’t have a sweat mustache while doing it.

Fall time foods are slowly creeping back into my life.  Hi chowder, I missed you.

Round here, we celebrate when my sister returns from vacation.  Apparently.

I just know I’m not turning down a cake as beautiful as this.

Margaritas and cake with summer berries have nothing to do with fall or cooler temperatures.  I know this, but those things are welcome in my life no matter what season.

Chai on the other hand, couldn’t be more fall-ish.  And the family vacation going on on the other side of the table while I drank this at the Farmers’ Market couldn’t have been more awkward.  You know that stage when the vacation is almost over and you basically can’t stand to look or speak to each other anymore?  Yeah, it was at that stage.

I’m going to be so.dang.sad. when the Farmers’ Market ends and I have to cook my own breakfast again on Saturday mornings.

I wish I could transport you (and myself again please!) to Boulder on Saturday morning so you could feel that crisp air.

I forced Joey to “take a stroll” with me after breakfast.  And by “take a stroll,” I mean walk 3 miles to pick up a fresh baked loaf of Cinnamon Swirl from Great Harvest Bread Co.  Unfortunately the bread wasn’t out of the oven yet.  Fortunately, there’s a Nordstrom Rack a couple blocks further up the street that we could kill some time at.  I swear I didn’t plan that.

Oh and we stopped by some ski store so I could look at Northface jackets I can’t afford and to force Joey to try on a jacket that I will probably buy for him since he’s unwilling to buy it for himself.

Finished out Saturday with a light dinner at the Rockies game.

Oh wait, that was Joey’s dinner.  And it was anything but light.

Despite that whole losing another game thing, the weather was perfect.

And just when I thought the weather couldn’t get any better, I went for a Sunday morning run and probably grinned like a fool the whole time.  Being outside on a cool quiet morning all by myself was basically amazing.

And so is french toast made of Cinnamon Swirl.

I haven’t seen my best friend in two months.  TWO MONTHS.  Catching up while getting manicures was just what we needed.  Peru-B-Ruby, oh yes.

I could go to yoga in 45 minutes, but I’ll probably go for another walk.  Seriously, I cannot get enough of this weather!  Enjoy what’s left of your Sunday, friends.

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Is it still summer weather where you live?

What did you do this weekend?

What are you going to miss most when summer ends?

Last Summer Hurrah

Lauren2 Comments

It’s about this point during the year when I realize it won’t be summer much longer.  Then I’m in panic mode and am frantic to fit in one last summer hurrah.  This year, that last summer hurrah turned out to be a weekend getaway to Vail and although we were only gone for 48 hours, it was the perfect “I need one last summer adventure before I can let go” trip.

We wanted to go up to Glenwood Springs, but I’ll be honest, the hotels there are not that nice.  And not that cheap.  So we opted to stay an hour away in Vail.  Which happens to be a pretty cute little mountain town.

Turned out the Vail International Dance Festival was also going on this weekend, so after getting into town on Friday evening we grabbed dinner and the Ballroom Spectacular.  Both were fantastic.  We ate at Bol, which is this sophisticated restaurant with a super swanky bowling alley hidden away in the back.  And I ate the best gnocchi ever.

We spent the entire day in Glenwood on Saturday.  Well, after Joey fit all this somewhere.

As a child, my parents drove us, and usually Hannah, up to the hot springs where we could spend countless hours in the pool and somehow never be bored.  I have so many fond memories of that pool, and even though I hadn’t been in two years, being there felt so familiar.  Except now I can leave the pool and get a “Naughty Rootbeer” at the Glenwood Canyon Brewing Co.

We woke up early on Sunday morning to watch the sunrise then immediately went back to bed.  It was 40 degrees and we were freezing.  I almost forgot what it felt like to be cold.

Before we headed back we stopped at the Vail Farmers’ Market, which turned out to be huge and much more artist and restaurant-friendly, than farmer-friendly.

Aaaand, I got to see this little guy.

So maybe it wasn’t technically a perfect vacation.  We got lost, were 25 minutes late to our show, almost hit a bear, got lost again, were cold at times and some of us may have been hungry and crabby on Sunday morning, but you know what?  It’s the imperfect parts of vacation that make it so memorable.  I needed that reminder.

Now we’re home, unpacked and finally ready to say goodbye to summer.