Sunday, May 31, 2009

What, you don't like my hat?

Or Kerry's awesome zebra-striped baby carrier?



Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Summer has officially arrived ...

... as the carnivals have begun. We went to St. Ben's Summer Social last weekend, which was kind of windy and cool. Vivi was not so into it.



We went on one ride only: the super slide. Arwyn slid next to us (alone!) but had scurried away by the time I hoisted myself up off the gunny sack.



Cotton candy swayed in the breeze.



And, of course, Lilah preferred the low-tech playground to the exciting rides.


no words


Thursday, May 14, 2009

I was wrong about the Lost statue

It's not Hathor (oops - Sekhmet); it's probably Sobek. I have no pictures of the two of us together to include here. Anyway, I'm trying not to be one of those geeks who reads the Lost blogs, although I'm still thinking about the finale last night. It's going to be a long wait until the 2010 season.

Here are two Lost fans (ok, not really):

Friday, May 8, 2009

Planting Peppers

Serious garden this year because we aren't going anywhere for long. This is what the back between the patio and the grass looked like two years ago. After battling the weeds growing between the ANNOYING rocks for too long, M decided last fall to get rid of the rocks, expand this area, and plant crops.




This is what is looked like a few weeks ago after a downpour. I think the only thing coming up was the arugula in the cold frame (what can I do; you can't buy arugula anywhere in this town).



Among the first plants to go in this year were peppers. About 16 of them, or maybe more; I have totally given up keeping track. Did I mention that we are overdoing it? We've planted over 30 tomato plants here and in the garden area behind the gray shed. There's even a rabbit-proof fence (necessary to defend ourselves against the family of 5 living in the back). Check back in two months for pictures of this insanity. If you live here in town, please remind us to give you some tomatoes before M and L eat them all.



Like me when I was little, Lilah doesn't love to get her hands dirty. I don't really love to get my hands dirty now. Pretty ironic considering my profession.