In yet another testament to how lucky I am to have many great friends keeping me distracted from the ‘coulda, woulda, shouldas’ of the week , It’s been a busy few days. Between exploring new places, the front porch visitors (my porch is quickly becoming the greatest new hangout in Nashville – you heard it here first), and a couple walkable happy hours, my idle hands have been tied – in the best of ways.
Here’s a look at some of the highlights of my week:
While we were hiking last week at Cummins Falls, I received a message from a friend asking if I wanted to run a half marathon in October. The Middle Half usually sells out in a few hours and is a race I’ve always meant to do but never seem to remember to sign up in time. Thanks to the reminder, I was able to and I now officially have my next half marathon on the schedule. Also, if I finish in the middle I receive a prize, so fingers crossed that I remain as average as possible.
Tyler and I maintained our ‘get out of dodge’ mentality throughout last weekend and Sunday we found ourselves taking a drive on the Natchez Trace over to a tiny little town called Leiper’s Fork. I never watched the Andy Griffith show, but if I had, this is what I would imagine Mayberry to look like in real-life. We spent a few hours meandering through the small shops and galleries and had a fantastic lunch at Joe Natural’s. A sweet and relaxing way to spend the day.
I have found that there is always a plethora of fun things to be done in this town, and so when I came across Symphony Under the Stars, I knew I wanted to check it out. I whipped up some picnic-ey food, threw in a box of wine and made quite a lovely evening out of it while listening to the Nashville Symphony do their beautiful thing.
I am lucky enough to live in a neighborhood that has its own Farmer’s Market every Tuesday afternoon. I’m also lucky enough to live in a neighborhood within walking distance to several restaurants that offer a fantastic happy hour. So after buying my goods at the market, I took my bag of organic produce, and walked up to meet a friend for a cocktail. On the walk over, I made note of how absolutely stereotypical I looked (stuff white people like style) and snapped a selfie of my chambray-covered self with my beet greens poking out of the top of my bag. Such. A. Poser.
It’s a well-known Southern fact that drinks just taste better out of Mason Jars. So when I realized that I had all the fixings to whip up some home-made margaritas, (try this recipe) I dubbed them Mason Jar Margos, and happily get my tequila fix while – you guessed it – sitting on my front porch.
There is something to be said about a Southern front porch.
Now as I look out the window to see the rain falling, I can’t help but hope that it will stick around for a bit so I can get some serious work done without craving the outside and also make a movie night curled up on the couch with my sweet pup a bit more cozy. Have a great weekend everyone.