Monday, September 1, 2014

Sunday Funday


The oldest arrived with his practice family, giving our Kate a quiet day at home.
She and all of us are counting down the months until her Kev returns from deployment. 


Oma came for the fun too.



An addition to the tree fort was the first order of business.

A much needed tire swing.



Fifi the fiance received some important instruction on family history.


And then some fun of a different sort in the pool.

Kayak pool races. I won. (one round anyway)
Stop laughing!
There may have also been a friendly game of kayak jousting.
 And of course the ever popular sport of bumper boats.


Think they are ready for the river?

Wells was not quite as enthused as the rest.

Hope you had a great day too.

~Joan





Sunday, August 24, 2014

Volunteer Sunflowers

Popping up all over.
 Thank-you birds!







Happy Sunday!
~Joan

Friday, August 15, 2014

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Lace

I love it.
In all forms.
But especially in a field and on the needles.



I love the way it starts as a messy heap, 

pre-blocking


and then emerges into something so pretty. 

Shetland Tea Shawl, Dale Long
from Meg Swanson's  A Gathering of Lace 



Sometimes we must be patient and wait for the beauty all things to show itself, 


           no matter how unsettled 
           

it seems in the process.

Much Love,
Joan

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Thursday, July 24, 2014

More From The Greenbrier River Trail

No funny stories this time.
Just pretty scenery.


 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Wagons, Ho!

We took a bike(cycle) ride along the Greenbrier River Trail and met a lady...

Such a cool fence line on the old railroad bridge


...we had previously seen on a horse with several other riders, now riding a bicycle.

She looked a bit frazzled and asked us if we had seen her covered wagons. 
She had lost them.

We spent some time talking to her. 
Making sure she wasn't suffering from some sort of heat stoke, or had had a fill from a secret flask that may have been hidden in one of her saddle bags.


She eventually decided to return to her riding companions and we assured her that if we found her lost wagons we would look for her on our journey back down the trail.


So on we went with a bit of a chuckle under our breaths and crossed the bridge to a scary black tunnel.


We got back on the bikes and ventured in a ways.
THEN...we heard it!


Clippity clack. Clankity clomp.

Turning quickly around and back out the tunnel, we waited.
And then they began to emerge.


Two covered wagons carrying all the provisions for a three day Equitrek.


And I do mean,


All the provisions.
















Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Wading in the Shenandoah







Simple and good fun.
As it should be.