Happy Father's Day! We are missing our Dad's today, but we are so appreciative of everything they do for us. We can't wait to see them in the coming weeks.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Weekend Fun
Ryan serenaded us while Camille pushed the pedals.
The sunset was beautiful on the walk home tonight.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Peonies in the Arb
Friday, June 6, 2008
Tornados
When Jackson and I first moved here we saw these large mega phone things on the top of the telephone wire posts. We could not figure out what these mega phones were for. Two of our best ideas were that they broadcast the football games all over town (because football is nearly a religion out here) or maybe they were air raid sirens from World War 2 or the Cold War era. (Can you guess who guessed what?) We didn't learn what they were until I was talking to a friend, who has lived in tornado country before, she informed me they are tornado warning sirens. You may be wondering where this seemingly random post came from, it is because there is a tornado warning here today, I haven't heard the sirens yet. Maybe they just turn them on when it is a really serious warning.
I can only imagine what we would have thought of this siren!
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Oh Canada...
Monday, May 26, 2008
A Fantastic Weekend
Savvy came this week along with my Mom, Dad, Derek and Sammy. We had so much fun playing games, eating out and in and just hanging out. As you can tell Savvy was very excited to talk to her Dad (who is moving across the country ) on the telephone. Soon to come is video proof that Trevor's daughter loves cats.
Mom comes because she starts projects with us. She worked on flowers with Camille and me as well as helping me make my Birthday Calendar vision into a reality. It is coming along nicely, there is still a lot of work to do. We learned that it is practically impossible to write legibly on felt, but my Mom and my friend Missy both has some great ideas that I think will work!
Today should really go down in history, it is the first time I have ever made a Rhubarb Pie by myself. I had to call my Grandma to get some clarifications and directions, but it was delicious.
The door bell ditchers.
Happy Memorial Day
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved,
and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields. — John McCrae
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields. — John McCrae
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