My friend Lauren was right: maintaining one blog is hard enough, two is demented. With my inherent laziness and chronic distractibility (ever shown a shiny thing to a chicken? yes, I’m the chicken in this example), most attempts at scheduled writing fall by the wayside. Alas, the next great Canadian novel probably won’t come from me. I did get a lot of jewelry made, which in itself was impressive as my real job had me busy enough. And B and I were ecstatic to spend the entire past weekend out in the yard, even if we were just lolling about like slugs. (We got a lot of clean-up done though.) It’s amazing how blue skies, sunshine, and 12C brings everyone out of their hovels to poke around in the dirt for hours on end.
So to catch you up, a random collection of photos:
This was the view from my office window a mere 3 weeks ago.
B made finger sandwiches and I made various tarts for Lauren’s baby shower. She misses Victoria tea rooms, so we did our best to recreate one for her at Sarah’s house. Only a matter of days now until our newest friend makes his or her arrival! (My guess: a boy, 8 lbs 2oz., born on … let’s say … May 5th.)
The bluebells I planted in the fall made their inaugural appearance, somehow managing to poke their way through all the gravel that got thrown on them over the winter.
As did the blue (really more of a pale violet) crocuses I planted at the same time.
One day while I was out in the Valley, B snapped this shot of Faux Rupert through my office door. He spent an hour or so sunning himself on the deck. B shot about twenty photos for me, as this is as close as F.R. has ever come to us.
B then shot this one of our lazy dudes. This is pretty much where they hang out all day, whether I’m at my desk or not, apparently.
You know it’s serious gardening time when I’m out in the yard wearing my overalls. Not that you can really tell from this photo, but I am in overalls. Spent hours picking out bits of our gravel driveway from the flower bed (see bluebell photo). It’s the only downside of having teenagers shovel the snow for us, though I probably wasn’t any more careful the times I did it.