We had a great weekend. Rebekah and Anton were here for a short visit, and Kellen and Anita joined us on Saturday. Before everyone arrived I decided to wash the two pillows on the downstairs couch since they were covered in dog hair. They hadn't been out of the dryer for more than five minutes before I went into the living room and was greeted by this sight. I was especially impressed with how Fergus had managed to sit on both
The weather was perfect for a campfire in our backyard - cool, but not raining. Rebekah and Anita went foraging for sticks to use for roasting marshmallows, while Kellen and Anton built the fire. Credit for the neatly ordered arrangement of kindling on the bench goes to Anton. I guess that's what you get when you cross computer programming skills with the outdoors.
I'm a little ashamed to admit that before we toasted marshmallows we sat around the fire and had our official dessert, which was carrot cake.
I've been on a Milo binge. It all started when I decided to knit a newborn size Milo for a friend's granddaughter. It's the pink one on the left. It was so much fun I went stash diving and found some green yarn to knit one for Lucy. It was the same brand of yarn as the pink one, and knit on the same size needles, but for some strange reason instead of coming out like the 12 month size it was supposed to, it ended up being more like a 24 month size. By this time I was determined Lucy was going to have a Milo that would fit this spring so I went back to the stash and found a different DK weight yarn in orange. I know it doesn't look smaller in the photos, but in real life it is.
Right after I wrote the Tall Timbers and a Tiny Tulip post CBC radio had a program on called Freedom To Be a Kid Without Any Safety Rules. It's well worth listening to. Note it is the "listen" button you need to click to hear the radio program. The video is a trailer to a show about one of the places discussed in the program.
I loved all of your comments on my First Meetings post. Something I hadn't anticipated when I wrote the post was being cornered by one of my kids, wanting to know who, exactly, the "duds" were. I think I made the wise decision to only label duds that were from quite some time ago. It seems a bit like firecrackers to me. When we were growing up we were allowed to have firecrackers on the Fourth of July. (Yes, they were dangerous, but they were also a lot of fun.) Every once in awhile you would light a firecracker and it wouldn't explode. You didn't want to pick up the firecracker to relight it too soon, because sometimes the fuse was actually still going and it would explode in your hands. Recently rejected boyfriends/girlfriends seem a lot like those firecrackers to me. For all I know there could still be some live sparks there, so best proceed with caution.
Word of the Week
Do you ever come across a word that makes you smile? I'm currently reading Call the Nurse, a story about a family who moved to the Hebrides back in the 1970s. At one point the author is describing the shoes she observed at a local wedding, and uses the term winkle-pickers. That has to be the best name ever for a pair of shoes.