Sunday, December 27, 2009
388: beautiful year, july
We keep hiking at Frontenac. The dogs keep rolling in fish carcasses.
We enjoy Colville in the summer. This year, there are gorgeous flower beds and vegetables, all in an interactive garden next to the updated playground equipment with squishy footpaths.
There is a small reunion of some of my high school girlfriends, three of whom are full-fledged mamas. Their children are charming, and it's good to spend time with families, updating one another on small accomplishments in life.
The garden is getting tangled, and we burn Ryan's father's tongue on hot peppers. I catch toads, which Zephyr and Penelope dutifully sniff and drool upon. I start a new blog, one that has actually stuck.