Today I crawled out of bed at 5 am and hung out in our old barn, while a friend of our made us, and all our visitors, delicious crepes. On a table made of an old door, propped up on straw bales. At two pm, I promptly came home, had a shower, and crashed on a series of cushions in the sun on our porch.

Now, I'm drinking beer and making Chocolate Guinness cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. And looking forward to the contrast that is Sunday, after such a busy end of the week. Dear lord, sleeping in.
And: A photo of our bee girl listening to a frame. (Fun fact: Queens make a distinct noise when they're fighting. Two for one: bees buzz in A flat. We have the best bee girl ever.)

And now, frosting, and hunting down D & the crew at the pond for more beers + chocolate.

I live in a fairy tale.