I tried to count the other day...I think I've worked around 13? 14? 15? fairs now. Despite it being a pretty cold Saturday, there was a huge turn out, and the rest of the days too, I think. Saturday is always the busiest though. Eli was rather challenging this year...overly excited and showing off...if you can call exaggeratedly picking your nose when somebody asks to take your picture showing off... Anyway, we had our fantastic mother's helper, Moriah, with us, and that made things 100 times easier, that extra set of eyes and hands, and the only other person that The Baby will happily snuggle with. The Fair is always the no-turning-back start of fall, and does it ever feel like Fall today. I hope we get a new furnace SOON! Oh, and my regular fancyish camera is broken and awaiting shipment back to the company, so excuse the poor quality, point & shoot camera shots.Monday, September 21, 2009
Another fair, come and gone...
I tried to count the other day...I think I've worked around 13? 14? 15? fairs now. Despite it being a pretty cold Saturday, there was a huge turn out, and the rest of the days too, I think. Saturday is always the busiest though. Eli was rather challenging this year...overly excited and showing off...if you can call exaggeratedly picking your nose when somebody asks to take your picture showing off... Anyway, we had our fantastic mother's helper, Moriah, with us, and that made things 100 times easier, that extra set of eyes and hands, and the only other person that The Baby will happily snuggle with. The Fair is always the no-turning-back start of fall, and does it ever feel like Fall today. I hope we get a new furnace SOON! Oh, and my regular fancyish camera is broken and awaiting shipment back to the company, so excuse the poor quality, point & shoot camera shots.Saturday, September 12, 2009
Summer's End

Monday, August 17, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
August
Late summer,
The cricket's high voltage hum
Grows louder.
A frantic sound that
Fills my head on toasted gold afternoons, while
The days hang deceptive, slow and languidly passing.
Perhaps they know of
The coming cold.
Desperate need to push out their song
Before folding wing and fading into the quiet,
The deathly stillness of the frozen woodpile.
The frost covered leaves.
The cricket's high voltage hum
Grows louder.
A frantic sound that
Fills my head on toasted gold afternoons, while
The days hang deceptive, slow and languidly passing.
Perhaps they know of
The coming cold.
Desperate need to push out their song
Before folding wing and fading into the quiet,
The deathly stillness of the frozen woodpile.
The frost covered leaves.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Back From Paradise
This summer, the field across the road was planted with Canola.

Sweaty head hair.


Wonderful week on the island. Sunny and HOT...almost too hot a few times even. Thank goodness for the two or three trips to the beach every day! We did a little work - Justin finished the shingles on the guest cabin roof and installed pine tongue & groove walls in there too. We collected interesting pieces of driftwood and built a railing on our cabin's stairway, and the boys built a dog house for Captain out of our scrap pile. Mostly though, we just sat in the sand with frothy surf kissing our toes and RELAXED! Also made one million sand castles and ate WAY too many ice cream cones. Of course, more pictures at my flickr page...link in the list on the right!
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