Road Ends
or was it road closed that I read? It was staked at the edge of a cliff with the roaring sea below ready to engulf our scuffed and grazed Citroen rental. Really, yah think? Good thing we were looking far … Continue reading
A Tiny Bowl
Just the right size for tiny hands…is there anything better than this bowl of juicy sweet cherries?Well maybe a bowlful by the seaside. Since we are nowhere near rolling waves and grainy sand, we’ll share our summer prizes near our … Continue reading
A Wrinkle in Time
Bunting is back up for the second time this summer. Oldest bear says I should just leave it up, then it won’t be a special event I reply.Bunting and cake, it is a sweet combination no matter what number you … Continue reading
Memories In My Laundry Room
Things, stuff, inanimate objects that festoon our nest and give us something to look at and at times something much more. Years ago, we purchased this piece of furniture.Impulsive perhaps as we didn’t know what we were going to do … Continue reading
Pocket Full of Posies
We love our clothing with pockets. Even though the brisk winds have adjourned for some time, it’s still fun to rest tiny hands in secretly stitched pockets.And even though we don’t go searching for bouquets, we do find an occasional … Continue reading
Summer Harvest
A hummingbird beats its tiny wings seventy times per second, that’s 4,200 times per minute…that’s a lot of energy for such a little thing! Middle Bear (yes, I’m still fretting about him) is also smaller than the rest of the … Continue reading
Golden Boy
quizzed me about fireflies…he’s never seen them and is eager for their arrival to witness them illuminating the yard. Just a little more patience, while the evenings still have a chill in the air, they won’t be flickering around here … Continue reading
Uncovered
as in a locker room and all the bare body parts glistening under the unflattering fluorescent lights, right there inscribed in paper by his teachers about middle bear’s brazen behavior in the classroom. Why wasn’t this brought up in the … Continue reading
Tempted
not by a luscious fruit, nor by a fragrant-luring flower but a bench. It wasn’t a sculptured beauty, a simple wooden structure that felt just right at the time. Baby bear wandered into the direction of a park bench away … Continue reading
No One’s The Wiser
While I was making a coconut carrot cake, I mentioned to Papa Bear that I was going to ask the boys to help me hide the eggs for the great hunt on Sunday. He told me that middle bear was … Continue reading
