Monday, May 20, 2019

Fielding

The other day our friend Kat asked Rachel and Michelle, "Are you Fielding tomorrow?"

"Oh, we're Fielding."

Because really . . . 

. . . who doesn't like to Field? I'll tell you who does like to Field.
This kid. God, this kid.

I'd like to thank Kat for creating that verb . . .

. . . and for her man for escorting her . . .

. . . and, well, we Fielded . . .

. . . all weekend long.

I'd show you photos of all we did, but neither Mistah nor I can work our muscles or joints or limbs after trashing said muscles and joints and limbs Fielding this weekend, so I'll leave you with this . . .

It's a water feature.

Think Willie Wonka crossed with Beverly Hillbillies combined with A Beautiful Mind tossed in with Rube Goldberg and you're getting close.

It's called Fielding.

Monday, May 13, 2019

A Smattering

It was a big weekend.

I would show you all the amazing photos Mistah has taken of all the beautiful flora these last few days -- and I will -- but right now, I've got a Field to celebrate and a room to clean up and birthday detritus to pack up, so I'm going to share the lesser photos instead.

Except this one is not lesser. Because the Birthday Boy!
Happy Birthday, Mistah.


We had lots of beauty this weekend . . .

. . . hey, bars are beautiful too . . .

. . . see? . . .

. . . see? . . .

. . . SEE? . . .

The birthday boy had himself a great weekend; we celebrated righteously . . . 

. . . and relaxishly.

And we spent a lot of time thinking about this kid . . .

Jimmy at five months old. Can you even?

. . . and about this kid, who became a mumsie on Mother's Day 56 years ago . . .

. . . and about this kid, who is our family's living and breathing heart and soul.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom . . .


. . . Happy Birthday, Colleenie-Girl.

. . . and Happy Birthday, Mistah . . . 

Monday, May 6, 2019

Child Labor

We had a job to do. And we had neither the time nor the inclination nor the wherewithal to get it done.

But luckily, a labor force showed up . . .

. . . and thankfully, it was an entirely adorable labor force.

"Okay kids. This is what we need to do."

"We're going to mulch . . . "

"That's right . . . "

"Mulch!"

"And now? We rake."

"Well done, guys . . . "

" . . . and cute boots."

"Hey, there's no time for sitting around! There's work to do!"

"Okay, now I'll show you the next project . . . "

" . . . these paths through here could use some of your mulch magic."

"And we need them all done by this afternoon."

"Heave Ho!"

"Yes of course you can dance your way over there. Over there to work."

"And . . . mulch."

"And . . . rake. That's right. You've got it down now."

The taskmaster does not stop tasksmasting. Not for one second.

"Rake it, kid."

Okay. Time to inspect.

Time to evaluate just how good a job you've done . . .

"Hey, don't you sass me, saucy."

"Here's the thing . . . "

"You have done an amazing job! And we applaud your effort."

"And so now you get exactly one dollar bill each."

"We like to call that fair and equal pay."

"You are the richest children in America."

And so are we.

Monday, April 29, 2019

In Between

This is the In Between time of year.

We have had approximately one million inches of rain in New London this April . . .

. . . which makes for neon green grass . . .

. . . and purple skies.

We've had beautiful days . . . 


. . . and wonderful hikes . . .

. . . and fabulous luncheons . . .

. . . and ohdeargod the oysters.

To amuse ourselves we sometimes look like this . . .

. . . but mostly we look like this.

Oh look! More snacks!

And more blooms . . .

. . . and more to come.