Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
A ditch of dirty water .. . and some scruffy raspberry canes . . ..
A mass of branches in desparate need of pruning. . .
An old treefort that has long since ceased being the source of boys private hideout . . .
generally speaking not attractive, until God sweeps across it all with his paint brush.
I like to think that even though I am at times completely unpretty from within. . .
God can make all things beautiful.
Have a wonderful day my friends . . .
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Here on the wet coast of Canada. . . .we often have no choice but to dry our clothing indoors. Our bungalow. . .could of course have lines strung across the kitchen like my mom used to do when I was little. . .but I'm not quite there yet. . .(though I have great admiration for those who do)
I decided to try these (wondering why there is no pointing up arrow on my key board). They eliminate the use of dryer sheets or fabric softener. I like them. I have four of them rumbling around in my dryer. . .perhaps I should have six. For my cottons, they are perfect, no static at all. For my delicates. . . (imagine here a picture of delicates clinging to my hair. . .for use of entertaining the grands).
Have a wonderful day my friends, we're off to purchase a few Christmas lights. . .(I think). We debated this one back and forth. In the end, we have decided to string a few lights on the bushes and the back porch. From the road, it will be dullsville. . . but our friends will be welcomed at the back door. . . we live in the country.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Little boys . . ..
Big Boys . . ..
they still hog the toys. . .
The only thing that has changed is who the parents are . . .
and who the grandparents are . . .
It struck me funny as I looked at the top photo from our archives,
at how quickly my role to small children has changed.
OH and the top picture is the basement of our first house probably in 1983 or so. . .
Macrame hangers, fake wood panelling, faux crushed avocado drapes, and slip covers that have foam attached to the back so they don't slip around .. .
My mom on the left of the couch, Terry's mom on the right hand side. . .me in the denim jumper and our dads chatting away.
Those were very good times.
Friday, November 21, 2008
My niece Tammy and her husband Quinn have twins. Our family is rejoicing with them on the safe arrival of these little ones. Born at 38 weeks they went home from the hospital as soon as Mommy was ready.
Kayde Hugh, the little boy weighs 7 pounds 3 ounces and
Breanna Renee the little girl weighs 6 pounds.
It will still be a little while before I can snuggle them close . ..
but we'll be playing We'll be Home for Christmas very soon.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Upon careful inspection of my baby boys, I was delighted to see that they were not lash challenged upon their birth. Both of the boys take after their Dad .. . and now. . .upon careful inspection of the grands .. . phew. . again, my genes were overlooked in the eye lash department.
Adding 49.75 years to the mix, eyelashes are thinning to conserve body energy and I suspect are even been transported to other apparently lacking areas . . . enough said.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Living on the Pacific Coast of Canada we might often experience the drizzle of a rain forest. .. .
but. . . .hey if the big old Maple tree can enjoy a bit of moss growing on it. . .why can't I?
The tree is all but unclothed . . . .
but the floor beneath it . .. has a carpet of gold. If you have never walked on crunchy leaves. . think frosted flakes.
Oh .. . do have a wonderful day my friends. . . we're off to get my Cholesterol results. . .woo hoo.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
arrangement was much more artistic. . .but my assistant thought it was very funny to blow it away . I had to hurry to lay these and click the camera. . .moments later, they were blown to the pile.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I don't mind Christmas decorating in the stores already. It surely does beat the decor that celebrated the 31st of last month. When I have gifts that need to be sent early, the early decor reminds me to get busy.
the grands planned to pack their own shoe boxes we decided to pack up boxes for the grands .. . from our house.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Then I thought I could call this, reasons to keep your toilet clean .. .you never know when you will need to take a picture of your toilet bowl as a blogger.
We have had a LOT of rain. It has rained three days and three nights and things that normally swim down stream are swimming upstream to search for dry land. I was preparing to get ready to go over to friends for dinner late afternoon yesterday. I turned the light on in the bathroom and jumped two feet vertically.
Now, I've raised little boys and I'm completely prepared to find the kind of pets that little boys consider keepers but I didn't see the lil' farm hand pocket this little guy, so I couldn't blame him.
I called my beloved who was working in the shop, and told him to come quickly. He peered at the salamander, claimed innocence and flushed. Upon the swirling of the toilet, the salamander began to swim vigorously, not completely willing to go whence he cometh.
There you go, a Saturday post .. .I'm off to strip the bed and .. . clean toilets.
Have a good day my friends, see you on Monday.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
You know what I just love? People who "get" me. There are people in our lives who are so easy to love because they understand our heart and enjoy who we are. . ..in spite of our quirks.
The other day, we got an email from our friends Rob and Monica with these pictures attached. They were hovering above us. . ."unbeknownst" to us and snapped a photo of the bungalow and "then some". They knew full well that my blogging instincts would be pulsing with enthusiasm.
It is a bit sad, that you can't see me with my grands. . . romping in the field. .. but hey there is always next time. The photo is quite recent. . .you can see the beautiful colored tree that I posted recently. . .from our back forty. In the front right, is our bungalow. . .true to my word. . it is "just right. . .for the two of us". You can see where the chickens live. . .and play and work. OH. . .and there is the shop on the left. . .where my beloved spends time working on his old Merc.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Every now and then, it is suggested that my portrayal of life on the farm here in Beautiful British Columbia is perhaps a little too idyllic. I must admit that I'm not one to air our dirty laundry and it must be a wee bit tempting to wonder what our life is like. . if you could be a peeping tom.
I imagine you all to be at one end of this long tunnel peering at me and mine squinting to get a glimpse of our reality. You've all been warned. . .dirty laundry in this post.
When we moved to the farm back in 1994 my beloved continued his full time work at Safeway while he learned how to be a farmer. I worked in the barns in the morning gathering eggs, and our two boys aged 13 and 15 gathered eggs in the afternoon and on weekends. This resulted in many loads of dirty chore clothes.
My beloved would check the chickens before he went to work and then again after work and often spent his evenings doing repairs and general cleaning. His chore clothes were far dustier and dirtier than mine and the boys and so he decided all on his own, that he would throw his dirty laundry in the washing machine himself so that the clothes wouldn't a) be strewn on the laundry room floor and b) no one else would need to touch them. He would begin the laundry by putting his load into the washer, adding the detergent and starting the cycle and I would then move it to the dryer and do the folding and putting away.
I pointed out to him several times that his socks didn't wash properly because his method of removing them left them bunched. I would usually take them out of the wash, and throw them in with another load for their second proper wash. This is how we have been doing it here in the bungalow ever since. It never really dawned on me that this should or could be addressed again. After all, everyone that knows me already suggests that my work load is less than strenuous and couldn't I at the very least. . . do my husbands laundry without complaining.