No one really tends to the garden in our building, so we figured that no one would really mind if we planted one lonely little tomato plant. Who knows if it will grow, but it gave us a reason to get a little mucky, dig around, and check out some worms. There’s something that is so calming about being in a garden, perhaps since ours is a little bit neglected, I’ll nominate J as the chief of the gardening committee and see if we can spruce things up…garden party anyone?
This post was supposed to be a ‘Hurray for Spring’ kind of post. But from the time I thought about it, to the time I actually sat down to upload this happy little photo, the weather took a turn and, other than the beautiful pink blossoms lining the street, it kind of looks fall-ish outside. Boooo! And the wild storm that is happening right now is shaking our windows. So that’s cool.
But back to thinking about happy, warm thoughts. Blue skies and blossoms. That’s the stuff that spring is made of. Or at least that’s the part I am most craving. Let me flashback to last week’s stunning weekend when we went on our first seawall bike ride (J still fits in the seat on the back of my bike!), had our first BBQ, and J and her father watched their first Rugby game of the season. You know, spring things.
Other spring things: we adopted a Robin. Yes, you know, a feathered friend, the one with the red chest. He sits in a tree outside of our window singing at 4:00 a.m. (!) I really believed it was a confused young bird - but after my bird investigating husband decided to go on an obscenely early reconnaissance mission one morning, he tells me it’s a Robin singing a mating song. And that mating season doesn’t end any time soon (yay). My first thought was to try out J’s bow and arrow (kidding. sort of), but after we named him ‘Ricardo’, he’s now a bit like a member of the family in a weird way. The poor bird gets blamed for every offence under our roof these days….Ricardo! So I guess we’ve turned into crazy bird people. Oh, wait, that already happened. I guess we’re old (side note: J told me this morning that I didn’t look old…but that I WAS old – nice). But Ricardo’s song does mean something good. Spring is here – even though my windows are currently rattling. And you know what they say about April showers. So once this storm blows over we’ll get back to the business of all things spring, like picnics in the park, making fresh lemonade, and flying kites.
Have a great weekend!
Racing down the highway with a day-old piece of wedding cake, we really thought we’d miss our ferry to Mayne Island. But we didn’t. We made it. We played bocce. He lost (and consequently had to run naked around the cabin and do ten push-ups). We watched Jaws. We ran hand-in-hand at the Lighthouse and took a picture. It was really cute, at least I thought so. We hiked to the top of Mt. Parke and mooned the camera – it was our honeymoon after all. Nearly seven years later times have changed a little bit, but not that much. Here’s a recap of our most recent family trip to Mayne Island…
p.s. Our trip to Saturna Island last year.
Just sorting through our photos from Mayne island and came across this one. Somehow it deserves it’s own post. Four years old is funny age: bums (and other parts) are pretty much the most hilarious things to talk about these days – and we hear about them often. And now that mooning is on J’s radar, I expect that we’re going to see a lot of that skinny little bare behind parading around the house.
Happy hump day.
April 1st was (no joke) the loveliest afternoon we’ve seen in a long time. Still a bit of a chill in the air, but sunny enough to spend an hour on the beach, searching for treasure and building a sandcastle, complete with a large crab shell to act as the guard of the structure. Somehow J ended up being more of a foreman, standing and pointing to items that were sandcastle worthy, while I ended up doing most of the grunt work…even so, it was a beautiful afternoon, and I can’t wait for more beach days…