Ya"ll Come Back Now

The sweet little home 

in the country

hosted a cook out for the 

college and career youth.

We drank Southern sweet tea and pink lemonade

out of jars and  

ate wild plums with our hands. 

Everything had a vintage feel to it.

Of course, I was right at home. 

Hydrangeas in blue Ball jars is always a go!

Gotta have lots of red and a little white and blue.
Wire baskets are pretty practicals.

The guys cooked and talked hunting and fishing,

or texted and talked.

See the yellow chair that goes with the glider?
I want, I want, I want.
I think I envy, envy, envy.

Some of the girls talked softball, 

and everyone got a shot at cornhole.

"Now, where do you say the bag was supposed to go???"

We played wiffle ball???

Yes, I got a few hits, but I can't do the run-thing anymore.
(It's a woman-after-fifty thang)
I pitched.  I am sore tooooooooooooday!

No more playing, when it came time to eat. 

Some sat in the other rooms and some enjoyed their meal outside.

The menu:

Grilled Chicken
Creole Shrimp (Big Ones!)
Mac and Cheese
Green Beans
Pasta Salad
Fresh Pineapple
Cake and Brownies

YUMMY!

Take your shoes off.
Ya'll Come Back Now,
Ya Here,

Bonnie:)