Knit, Bike, Drink

This morning I did the dishes so I would feel justified in making a pot of tea and working on this…

…until Sampson gets home, at which point I will get on this…

…and he will get on this…

…and we will take to the neighborhood streets like a couple of kids on a summer vacation adventure. The only difference is that afterwards, we grown-ups are allowed to drink this:

Sounds like a good way to spend a Tuesday to me.

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8 thoughts on “Knit, Bike, Drink

    • Aren’t they? We had a good first ride on our bikes, even if it was rather short. We had to leave time afterwards for the other part of our exceedingly romantic date: a trip to the commissary. 😉

    • Thanks! We enjoyed ourselves. Next up on our list of cycling adventures: a trip to the local botanical garden on one of their Bike Nights, if Sampson ever happens to be home early enough to make it.

    • Aw, thank you! The teapot was a birthday present from my folks this year, and I still squee and get dorkily excited when I pour tea from it.

      The exposed brick was one of my favorite things about this house when we were first thinking about buying it. That used to be the exterior wall, but previous owners added the sunroom to the back of the house and left the beautiful brick showing. It’s a nice place for a cup of tea, I think. 🙂

    • Thank you! We had a good time that evening, and we’re looking forward to further bike adventures this weekend… if the wind shifts enough to clear out the smoke from a fire in the Great Dismal Swamp, that is. The air quality at present does little to encourage outdoor activity, alas.

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