About four years ago, when we were looking for a new place to call home, Hubby wanted space.

Lots of it.

“I want land” ~ is what he said. Or something to that effect.

Thus began the search for the perfect spot.

I don’t remember the exact number of places we looked at, but it was a lot.

When we happened upon the land we now live on, hubby fell in love.

I think it was kinda like love at first sight.

He began having visions of felling dead trees, making trails through the forest and other such outdoorsy kinda things.

My initial thoughts were something like this:

Like ~ that’s a lot of trees.

How far is it to the interstate?

Do you think there are snakes out there?

Now, after a few years of living in the country, I’m still not a country girl.

I don’t like dirt, bugs or any poisonous thing that slithers.

Or tarantulas. Or scorpions for that matter.

Actually, I keep myself within a fairly tight radius around our house. I feel safer that way.

But, despite all the things that pester me about this place ~ there’s so much to love here.

It’s quiet and peaceful. Open and spacious. Private!

And my boys love it.

Which counts for a lot in my book.

Although summer has not officially begun, that hasn’t stopped the heat from ratcheting up here in the sultry, palmy South.

It’s hot. And sticky. And hot. And just plain hot.

We will be escaping the heat next week for a visit to the Arctic Tundra (i.e. Wisconsin). How much would you be willing to bet they have a heat wave while we’re there?

Don’t bet.

I would win.

It happens every time we visit. Without fail.

We’re traveling up to harass/annoy my in-laws ~ we affectionately call it “The Invasion.”

I have big plans. I plan on stalking these two peeps:

Because they’re so puuuurdy and I’m pretty positive my camera will love them.

Also, because this guy can cook. Seriously.

He doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to make him cook for me, so I can then take pictures and share with y’all.

You will thank me.

That puuurdy lady and I really enjoy drinking cheap wine ~ you know the kind that comes out of a jug. Don’t judge people.

After we officially wear out our welcome with them, we’re going to head down to St. Louis, where my family will be dumping me off at our old neighbor’s house before traveling the rest of the way without me.

I will be left behind to carry on serious business. *cough*

Serious business which will include a haircut by a Deva trained stylist.

Please insert major squealing here. Thank you.

I can barely contain myself.

Sooooo, how about you? Any big plans for the summer?