WHAT'S MINE IS MINE {MAYBE}

You have to applaud The Husband here, diligently winding my wisteria up and around the front porch posts and tying the runners with neat little knots. They were actually on the ground and starting to wrap around the house. So my man, who is afraid of heights, began the climbing process to help the wisteria learn to climb on it's own, up the beams to the arbor on the 2nd floor balcony. What a guy.

But here is the thing {and there is always 'a thing' with me}. It's my wisteria! We have these little ownership things around the garden and yard. His arbor with beautiful clematis growing over it. My arbor with dead clematis vines clinging to it. So when he saw the wisteria going around the house in a vise~like grip, he took matters into his own hands. There I was, washing the dishes and looking out the window and all of a sudden I see Spiderman descend with an armful of my prized plant. My Wisteria! Just saying.

He worked on it all morning and then sat down on one of my {our} porch chairs and lit a cigar, surveying his work. I did dishes and flicked suds at the window in his direction. I would have happily threaded the runners around the beams had I noticed they were encroaching on our house, but it may not have been awhile until I noticed...like next spring. But what I am trying to say here, what I am trying to get to, is that even though he did me a favor, worked all morning with these scratchy, yukky vines, I know...truly in my heart, that this will now be called his wisteria. It's just the way it works around here. Even as he sat there with his cigar, I knew he was contemplating how he was going to train the vines once they got to the 2nd story balcony. The work of an evil, er...intelligent mind. Does this sort of stuff ever happen to you? Let's be honest. I want to finish what I start so I can say I did it. I feel like someone sneaked up behind me and stole my thunder!
After breakfast dishes I continued my dutiful wife thing and posted our dinner menu. It was the only plausible thing to do and I am sure he loved it. Maybe even learned that what's mine is mine.
On a lighter note, when we were in New Orleans, we fell in love with the coffee at Cafe Du Monde. I mean, really fell in love. And good old Amazon sells it and so we have been stocking up every few weeks or so. I don't think I'll ever tire of it. Now the 3 cans on the left are his...

Have a marvelous Wednesday! :-)