Summer Holiday

Have I mentioned that Jeff and I are going to the beach for the long weekend? Slightly excited, I am. When I was a kid, summer holidays were a big deal. The English didn't travel much back then. I went to school with children who had never ventured out of their county, let alone been to the seaside. I think our family went every year. My Dad was an adventurous one. THE SONG to sing as we wended our way very slowly along the English roads and motorways was "Summer Holiday," by Cliff Richards. Those of you who are not English probably have NO IDEA who Cliff is. But let me tell you, in England he is a big deal. Still performing today, he is the only artist, other than Elvis, to have a song on the UK singles hit chart in all of its decades, from the 1950's till now. Plus, he's cute. Still is, if you ask me. And I know cute! 

Wedding

I've been hearing grumbles of discontent.
"Where are the wedding photos?"
I don't know.
My plan was to take lots of photos, but somehow the day got away from me. Here are some that I stole from Jenny, who posted them on our family website.

Edwin, bravely carrying the bottom layer of wedding cake on his lap. Our church is closed for renovations so we had to drive for 30 minutes to Wilsonville.


The girls.


Tommy the ringbearer posing in front of finished cake.
Rather gorgeous, if I do say so myself.
Which one, you ask?
Why, both of them!


Daniel and Josh, looking handsome and slightly rumpled.


I believe this was the removing of the garter, although I seem to have missed the moment.


Jon and yours truly, horning in on the Father-Daughter dance.


I will post some of the professional photos when we get them.
As for me, I've eaten way too much wedding cake this week.
I feel sick.
And tired.
Chocolate cake with a dark ganache filling and whipped cream frosting.
YUM.
Buttermilk cake with raspberry filling.
Mmmm-m.

Jeff and I are off to the beach for the weekend on Friday morning.
I may sleep the whole time.

Thrasonical Thursday

Go look that one up, I dare ya!

Harvested and eaten in a tidy stew: kohlrabi, baby parsnips, yellow and white carrots. Josh stood by the sink as I washed the produce and sampled mightily. He loved the kohlrabi and carrots, but pronounced the parsnips to be "spicy." Astute for a two-year-old, I thought.

Edwin is here.
Charlie is here.
Bethany and the kids seem to have moved in.
Full house again.
See you A.W.

After Wedding.

The reason I grow strawberries

Hal'cy'on: calm, tranquil, peaceful.


The halcyon days of summer are here.

Taciturn Tuesday

You've heard of Wordless Wednesday.
Well.....

Mum is gone.


Vegetable garden is rampant.



Oven is broke.

I hope I'm having this much fun...

....when I'm 90.
This is an impromptu duet at the Mayo Clinic by a couple who have been married for 62 years.
I couldn't resist posting it.
Watch it and see!


So, maybe I'm mistaken, but I could swear that he gives her bottom a little pat on one of those switches.
If you want to see an interview with this sweet couple, go here.

Question of the day

Q: How do bats urinate?
Bet you've never asked that of yourself!
I didn't even think about it until visiting the bat cave at the zoo today.
I mean, when they're hanging upside down, their top is their bottom, so to speak.
Could get messy.
So, I saw a little bat in action.
He hung upright, holding on to the roof with his tiny hand thingies.
And peed all over the broccoli.

Now you know.

It does make me wonder how Mommy bats potty-train baby bats.

Great Nana had to buy treats for the g-grandkids.
Joshua relished his sno-cone for a veeeeery long time.
Note the satisfied little smirk on his face.


Daniel devoured his in record time.
Go Daniel!


McKenzie spilled a fair bit of hers after she found that she could make the ice bounce up and down in the cone.
Then she cleaned up the last part of Joshie's cone.


Natalie was terrified of the elephants.
And the giraffes.
And the hippos.
You get the idea.
She tried to burrow into Bethany.


Jon and Jenny brought gifts back from Peru.
Guess what they are.
Made of lovely soft alpaca and llama wool.


We are going to be stylin' this winter.