Almost midnight in the garden of our resident gardening god formerly known as hubby

Our resident gardening god, formerly known to you all as 'hubby', has requested that I refer to him in a more complimentary way, as the term 'hubby' to him implies fat and bald and cranky and mostly boring.

Which he's none of.

Obviously he doesn't read my blog or he would have lodged his complaint much much earlier in the game. Like two years ago in the game.

Ahem.

So let it be known that the man formerly known as 'hubby' will now be known as the gardening god, or GG. So when you see that, you're hearing about my spouse and our local gardening god.

Now that we've gotten that little bit of business handled, we can move on.

And may I just say, no offense was ever intended as the term 'hubby' was always used in the most respectful of ways, so let's just be sure that's on the record.

Anyway, enough of that.

JL, as I mentioned, is in town and she came over for dinner last night. And we did all of the things I'd predicted we'd do. We laughed, we caught up, we drank some wine, we ate some food, and we enjoyed the evening, which was absolutely lovely. There were clouds, there was a light breeze, and the sound of gurgling pond accompanied our patio dinner in a most water feature-y way.

We enjoyed a late night conversation down in the blue corner, aka the meditation area and deck on which we've placed blue adirondacks and around which we've placed twinkly blue lights that cast a cool glow ala an Italian outdoor cafe, per Daughter. Who hasn't yet requested I refer to her with a different name, but will certainly now that her father has voiced his request.

Innovators that we are, we decided that we'll soon be changing our lives entirely, JL, GG and I, and will be purchasing land on Bainbridge island, securing the services of our architect friend RR to design a straw bale building that we are going to use to live in and for a B& B.

We all love to cook and garden and entertain, and doing so up there would be awe.some. Also, we'll be serving as a home for several rescue beagles, as we have a very soft spot for those super sweet animals that are frequently used, abused, then rejected by the cosmetics and chemical testing community.

Don't get me started on just how inhumane that is, just try not to use products those assholes greedy bastards produce. The PETA website lists those that do and those that do not test on animals.

Anyhoo, the name of our future biz? The Bainbridge B & B and Beagle Initiative.

Stay tuned. I'm not kidding. We weren't that drunk, and the more we've thought about it, the more the idea is settling in and resonating in a very very cool 'we might actually be able to pull this off if we're smart' kind of way.