Phoenix

A few weeks ago, Ma and I headed to sunny Phoenix for her birthday. We left Wednesday as soon as I finished work, stopped for the night in Vegas, and traveled the rest of the way Thursday. The original plan was to leave Thursday morning from Vegas and be in Phoenix by early afternoon. Check out wasn't until noon, our beds were heavenly, and all we meant to do in Phoenix was stay in bed and read anyway, so why hurry?

We arrived in Phoenix right around dinner time. While we were tempted to find a delicious, local restaurant, we went to the grocery store. A wise decision considering our intentions. It made it easy to lounge around all day with a fridge full of food that we could grab and eat.

Friday afternoon we finally made it to the olive grove I've been meaning to visit for years. It was a perfect ninety degrees with a light breeze. The trees were beautifully delicate with spindly branches and tiny white flowers. Apparently each tree only produces enough olives for 1 to 6 gallons of extra virgin olive oil. Why is olive oil not as dear as gold?

The restaurant was delicious. Ma and I split a sandwich and also shared a peanut butter cookie made with olive oil. I would have been happy to eat my way out of a tub of those cookies.

Saturday we ventured out only for food.

The rest of the time we spent hanging around the cool house or in the backyard with the sunshine, reading our books, eating birthday cake and drippy popsicles.

Pretty much one of the best birthday weekends ever.