High Five For Friday | Getting Springy!

You guys. I’m having one of those evenings where I am quite literally exhausted. I feel like I can’t expend any more energy than I already have today. I got my kiddo to school, I worked, I put supper on the table, I’m done. (Okay, I ordered pizza and opened a bottle of wine, but still.)

This is why I can’t help but be ecstatic that tomorrow is Friday. FRIDAY. 

Now, that being said, I would like to request that the weekend move very, very, verrrrryyyy ssssllllooooooowwww. 

Please and thank you.

Okay, now that I’ve got that covered, a few random photos from the past two days, which have been positively glorious in the weather department. And by glorious in Minnesota in April, I mean that the thermostat finally hit above the 60 degree mark, the sun came out, and all was right with the world.

Hello golf club! We went to a local driving range tonight and hit some balls. Not going to lie – it felt weird, as it always does, the first time I swing a club after 9 months, but then it all comes back and bam! I don’t mind telling you I hit a few nice drives and my 3-wood was pretty kind to me. 

Our local driving range is this crazy little hole-in-the-wall field with an outbuilding that a guy named Emmitt (or Ernest? or Erland?) with a thick white beard runs, mostly on the honor system. $8 gets us a large bucket of balls. (Just leave the cash on the counter, thank you.)

Just look at this place. It’s perfect. And perfectly not fancy at all. But that’s why we like it – low pressure, just a few miles from our house … smack dab in between farm fields.

And for whatever reason, there is a sheep made of beads to welcome us. Seriously. All beads.

I have no idea why there is an RV camper parked here, but there is.

In other spring news, my rose bush is looking particularly thorny and super spidery (is that a word?) cool right now as it buds out. This is the rose bush that comes from my family’s farm. The original rose bush – still going strong – was planted by my Great-Grandpa Dave, a robust, larger-than-life Russian Jew who emigrated to the U.S. and eventually settled his family in a small Scandinavian farming community in southwestern Minnesota. And that, my friends, is a whole other story for another time. 🙂

My frog heralds the first days of warm weather and brings the only pop of color to a very brown landscape – at least for now. 

One more thing … this video of a poor little puppy having some major trouble with the stairs is so funny!

Happy weekend, friends!

Lara