Baby bear responds to a shelling of questions about her age, “free,” she says proudly. Sometimes she fires back impulsively before she even hears the question and throws off her interrogator. After her forty-five-minute class the instructor asked me if … Continue reading
In the twilight hours with no other sounds around, the sparkle of Christmas kindles in our hearts. I can’t help but wonder of some of the mystery that eludes us as time goes on. Remember the one from our childhood … Continue reading
Yes, a baker’s dozen we were, some drove hundreds of miles while others just a few to gather, giggle and gobble up all thirteen dishes made in our nest (except for the gelato.)I had no other choice but to embrace … Continue reading
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
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
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
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
That’s right the robust winds and heavy wet snow falling from the sky have me shivering on my stone-cold kitchen floor. March has bestowed us with illusionary behaviors, down-right dream-stealing, that only leave me to console sullen bears. Not so … Continue reading
With freshly painted hues flanking northern and eastern facing windows, our kitchen sings the blues while most who live here slumber deeply into the inky early morning hours. As we wake one bear at a time and trudge through our … Continue reading
…flakes drifting from the heavens astounded my little bears just a couple of nights ago. While I was yearning for a wild and beautiful adventure outdoors, I was thinking more of the lines of pathless woods where society would not … Continue reading
