Sunday, June 29, 2008

My mom Rocks!

{Chocolate Orange Mini Cakes}
And when I say "rocks," I mean it in a literal, go-to-a-rock-concert-with-her-daughters kinda' way. A few weeks ago, while at the *Black Sheep Inn*, Mom peeked at the upcoming summer show listings, saw *Emm Gryner's* name, and thought of me. Since the show was scheduled for her birthday, I thought we could add dinner to the deal and make an evening of it. I called our *favourite Thai restaurant*, ordered red curry and chicken satay for take-out, scooped it up and then headed over the bridge to Wakefield. The sky was clear. The temperature warm. We ate dinner by the water, feeling uncomfortably full when we were done. And then the music. . . Emm is one of those multi-talented artists who can sing, write music and flip-flop with ease from the guitar to the piano. Her song *Almighty Love* was sited by Bono among the top six songs from the last two decades he wishes he had written himself! {She sang that one for us.}

At some point in the evening I pulled out a batch of four tiny decadent cakes I had baked at home. We savoured them as best we could, while trying to scarf them down before the venue proprietor noticed we had stowaway food. Mmmmm. We clapped Emm back on stage for two encores and were safe in our beds by 12:30!!! I am still recovering.

{"Panang" with Thai rice}

{Lovely, lovely Wakefield}

{Girly Drink}
Presents were not opened until Saturday, once the fog had lifted from our sleepy brains and we were passably able to function again. I painted Mom B*A*T*H for her fresh new bathroom, and stocked her with fresh white towels. {I settled upon "BATH," however unoriginal, after briefly contemplating SOAK, FRESH, H2O, SCRUB, TUB, WASH. . .}
It was a Happy Birthday. I truly have the coolest Mom around.

Friday, June 27, 2008

Alphabet Letters: "Birds in Trees"

Quick peek: A gift in progress for Matty. Not born yet, but eagerly awaited.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Because I love you all. . .

. . . I will divulge this phenomenal recipe.
See it *HERE*
Your taste buds will never forgive you if you do not try it, or at least, invite yourselves over here for a taste.

Pretty: Warm, warm, warm, cold

Some beautiful shots I found by *Dragonroy* on flickr

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Vegetable Patch

We have our very own veggy patch! Aidan's parents helped get us started. Without them I would likely have remained suspended in procrastination. Held up by the intimidation of my own ignorance. Gardening? What's that? What do you call that thingy with the metal claws? Oops! I killed the bushy green thing. Was I supposed to water that?

In the ground, spreading tiny networks of roots and shoots, we now have: red-leaf lettuce, green beans, tomatoes, baby carrots and peppers.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Warm Strawberries

It's early, but we all wanted a good dose of fresh berries. So we climbed into the car and drove to the end of the road. Kinburn Berries: A berry patch two minutes from home! The day was hot and sunny. The kids gleefully popped handfuls of warm berries into their mouths. The prices were great. And my freezer is stocked with chopped, sugared berries! Now for the scones, crepes and shortcakes.

Sunday, June 22, 2008


When we were first building out here I noticed, and bemoaned, these horrible "decorative" creations *HERE*

After happening upon these wooden nightmares in Westport a few weekends past, my feelings towards them have been elevated from not-my-thing to these-are-beyond-creepy. Why would anyone think that shadow-men creeping up over the backyard fence, or hiding behind a tree, are an attractive landscape feature!
Is it just me?

Friday, June 20, 2008

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Chaffeys Locks::The Place

:: Long, winding walks to the Opinicon. Ice cream & candy ahead!
:: Cross Mrs. Cross.
:: Trespassing across cottage properties. Walking the Ponama Path to safety.
:: Climbing up to the tar-scented train bridge. Taking wide strides across the thick, splintered beams.
:: Always the scent of pine trees; their invasive needles stowing into every corner of the cottage. Sweep, sweep, sweeping them out again.
:: The thrill of jumping off the boathouse roof. The thrill made far greater with an audience.
:: Boats of all shapes and colours. The hum of their engines; a lullaby at night.
:: A long, slow swing.
:: Rock island. a.k.a "Snapping-turtle island." A landscape fixture we mostly took for granted, and rarely visited. But when we did, we really made it count.
:: Shifting dynamics among many girls.
:: The boys next door, and the silliness that ensued for their sakes.
:: Dark, dark nights. The panicked dash from one cottage to the next.
:: Listening. The mystery and wonder of a mother in deep conversation with her sister.
:: Trips: Crosby Fair. Westport. Kingston. Forfar. . .
:: A family building memories. Two sister's securing their children's love for one another.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008