A beautiful, pristine blanket of new snow. Ripe to be destroyed by the force that is Simeon.
Sean will be ready for show jumping any day now.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
First Snow
A beautiful, pristine blanket of new snow. Ripe to be destroyed by the force that is Simeon.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
...and we were there too.
This was early August, and a week on the Magdalen Islands was a welcome segueway between my summer job and another year of teaching. There were five us: Kevin and Angélique with Ruth, Simeon and me, and we started on PEI, where (as you can see) we took some time to reflect.
In a shop window, downtown Charlottetown. Simeon eased comfortably into his role of smile-magnet in the backpack carrier worn by his papa.
...and in a very cool mirrored folding screen.
Sunset over Cavendish Beach. Here we had spent the afternoon, swimming, reading and sunbathing - which was to set the tone for the entire week ahead. 
The next day, the end of a five-hour ferry ride found us sailing past the enchanting Entry Island, the first in the Magdalen archipelago. We would return to it late in the week, to climb those hills and roam the trails a while.
The house we were staying in had a greenhouse, and that greenhouse had a snail. This snail. I think he dreamed of flying while he traversed the glassen roof.
Suppertime - nothing to see here, everything under control...
Most nights, after supper was had and the sun (who'd had just as long a day as us) was going down, we'd walk across the road and onto this beach, which every night looked like this: not a soul around, just us, the sunset, and the Atlantic rolling in. Almost the entire archipelago is surrounded by sand, after all, so it's not hard to find a beach with no one on it.
And then we'd gather driftwood, light a fire, and plan the next 24 hours.
...the plan usually involved a lot of sleeping on beaches and shopping in shops and eating in
Simeon gets rock-skipping tips from Kevin on a windy day.
Miles and miles and miles of this, and hot hot hot (though warm weather is uncommon there). What a welcome break it was from the unending shower that was June and July.
Entry Island: We hiked, Simeon rode. It was a good day.
Atop the aptly named Big Hill.
Horses and cattle roam the back of the island, the residents having found it needless to build a better fence than the Atlantic Ocean.
I'm not kissing this horse; it only looks that way.
Inside the island's tiny church, the notes of hymns are transcribed in solfège for the organist.
Roving.
In our humble opinion (of which I've been asked, "If your opinion's so humble, why do we keep hearing from it?"), the Magdalen Islands is one fantastic getaway, very close to home. Give it a shot.
In a shop window, downtown Charlottetown. Simeon eased comfortably into his role of smile-magnet in the backpack carrier worn by his papa.
...and in a very cool mirrored folding screen.
Sunset over Cavendish Beach. Here we had spent the afternoon, swimming, reading and sunbathing - which was to set the tone for the entire week ahead. 
The next day, the end of a five-hour ferry ride found us sailing past the enchanting Entry Island, the first in the Magdalen archipelago. We would return to it late in the week, to climb those hills and roam the trails a while.
The house we were staying in had a greenhouse, and that greenhouse had a snail. This snail. I think he dreamed of flying while he traversed the glassen roof.
Suppertime - nothing to see here, everything under control...
Most nights, after supper was had and the sun (who'd had just as long a day as us) was going down, we'd walk across the road and onto this beach, which every night looked like this: not a soul around, just us, the sunset, and the Atlantic rolling in. Almost the entire archipelago is surrounded by sand, after all, so it's not hard to find a beach with no one on it.
And then we'd gather driftwood, light a fire, and plan the next 24 hours.
...the plan usually involved a lot of sleeping on beaches and shopping in shops and eating in
cafés. The following is in Café de la Grave, once a general store. Evenings there were bliss: live music, fine coffees... what more can I say?
Simeon gets rock-skipping tips from Kevin on a windy day.
Miles and miles and miles of this, and hot hot hot (though warm weather is uncommon there). What a welcome break it was from the unending shower that was June and July.
Entry Island: We hiked, Simeon rode. It was a good day.
Atop the aptly named Big Hill.
Horses and cattle roam the back of the island, the residents having found it needless to build a better fence than the Atlantic Ocean.
I'm not kissing this horse; it only looks that way.
Inside the island's tiny church, the notes of hymns are transcribed in solfège for the organist.
Roving.
In our humble opinion (of which I've been asked, "If your opinion's so humble, why do we keep hearing from it?"), the Magdalen Islands is one fantastic getaway, very close to home. Give it a shot.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Simeon Does the Magdalen Islands :)
The next three are courtesy, with our thanks, of Angélique. 
Go ahead - pick a favourite;)
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Picnic at the Park
A few weeks ago we went for a walk at the Irving Nature Park (we've got a lot of catching up to do with our posts, I know). Well, we had a false start on Saturday when we packed our lunch, stroller, etc. etc. etc. only to find out in the parking lot that we (ahem, Sean) forgot the handle for the stroller. But on Sunday we were back with all our gear in tow. It was a bit cloudy, but great Saint John weather for April. We ate our lunch of bread, meat, cheese and apples on the beach- Simeon seemed particularly fond of the apples:
Simeon warned us of some approaching danger so we decided to skedaddle-
-but not before a short photo-op with daddy!
Simeon warned us of some approaching danger so we decided to skedaddle-
-but not before a short photo-op with daddy!
Monday, May 4, 2009
Hey look!
I have a flower! Ok, so not that impressive but at least it's something. I've decided to put in a vegetable garden and just focus on cleaning up the yard for this year (i.e. get rid of the ugly gravel and industrial pavers that the previous owner thought were decorative. Sigh.) Next year I'll worry about planning my flowerbeds. For now I'm waiting to see what's coming up from the ground; and the answer is a whole lot of nothing. I choose to see this as a blank slate for next season, rather than a depressing rectangle of dirt :) I hope your yard is a bit more cheery - come see us for some veggies in a couple of months!
Monday, April 27, 2009
Lately
To supplement the income I've signed a part-time contract with Seaboard Transportation, hauling their trailers with my Accent. Sure it's destroyed my gas mileage but, hey, I'm hauling fuel - I help myself now and then.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Ephesians 4:5
We were in Shelburne Easter weekend for the baptism of our niece and nephew. Here, with his father, is Shiloh before his baptism -
and Abby after hers -
It was a lovely visit; many thanks to our hosts:)
and Abby after hers -
It was a lovely visit; many thanks to our hosts:)
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