After four and a half months of anticipation, Charlotte is proud to present…the world’s most expensive eggs.
Chickens are just so expressive.
For instance, here’s a Barred Plymouth Rock chick looking suspicious:
And a Columbian Plymouth Rock looking
And a couple Rhode Island Reds regarding me with
This guy is a touch
Whereas this one is exhibiting a distinct
suspicion lack of trust:
These ones are sharing their
suspicions reservations with one another:
And this one is slightly
suspicious apprehensive, even in his sleep:
Easy there, chickens. This rollercoaster of emotions is wearing me out.
Sometimes life is so bloody unfair I could just spit.
Farewell, Aunt Lilianne.
Tenacious, funny, loving and gone way too soon at 61.
She was a gem and will be missed desperately by everyone who knew her.
Has it already been three weeks since Halloween? What’s that? It’s been more than three weeks?
Then I guess it’s too late to show you this:
Here’s Anna as The Most Familiar Sight in Nova Scotia. She even made the sign herself — with a little help from her Dad. Pretty good, huh?
Is it too late to show you this?
This is Foster as Captain Rex (from Star Wars, duh) in a costume made entirely by Foster and
me his father. It’s amazing what I they can do with some cardboard and an x-acto knife.
So it’s definitely too late to show you this:
Charlotte’s starring turn in Anne of Green Gables: The Musical in ten years is a given, wouldn’t you say?
The Boy Wonder No! I made the braids—me me me, not Whatshisname who tries to hog all the glory—and even went the extra mile to turn them into a hat so that (1) it would provide some warmth under the straw hat during trick-or-treating and (2) could be worn on its own for the rest of the winter. Genius, I know. I only mention it so you can see how humble I am about it. My genius, I mean.
I went as A Woman Who Generally Dislikes Halloween, but Walks Around the Neighbourhood With Her Children for Two Hours Anyway and Is Not-So-Secretly Hoping to Be Compensated in Mini Chocolate Bars. No costume required.
Before that big thunderstorm the other day, the one that brought the cotton ball clouds, I managed to get a few shots of the storm rolling in.
First, it got a little dark:
Then it got a lot dark:
That’s quite the contrast between the brightish sky to the east and the clouds overhead, isn’t it? Keep in mind that this was mid-afternoon.
And then this rolled in:
The bright areas within the clouds are lightning. The accompanying crack of thunder sent me scurrying inside where two small dogs and a snotty cat, all spooked by the storm, tried to claw their way to the top of my head. Whether I was safer inside or outside is debatable.