Sheesha's Day(s)

Hard to believe I've known this little girl for only eleven years. And even harder that she could've learned so much sass in such a short time! She's a quick study. 

She's also the wind beneath my wings.

September 24th

September 29th

After creating glass art masterpieces at Get Fused, we came home 

and enjoyed Acacia's cake: Julia Child's Mousse au Chocolate. It went over well.

Then it was time to search for the Easter eggs Cayenne had hidden around the yard.

The loot.

 They went from thoroughly sugared up to thoroughly soaked when someone broke out the hose during Capture the Flag. Luckily I'm friends with all their parents!

Good night sun. Thanks for the lovely day.

Eros

While in Cayenne's room this evening I stumbled upon a small piece of cardboard torn from a box. Written in her finest lettering were these words:

Kind
Intelligent
Mom

One of those moments where the earth stops revolving and something wonderful pierces your heart.

 

Grin and Bear it

There's nothing I could've done even if I could've done something which I couldn't because it all happened so quickly I didn't have time to breathe.

But in the flash between Acacia's blood-curdling scream, my looking out the upstairs picture window down into the courtyard, seeing Acacia sprinting into the house and a bear bounding out the archway - my heart  beat only once. Then it raced like I'd downed a pitcher of coffee.

Acacia had walked across the courtyard to pick an apple off the tree when she and a large bear realized they were sharing the path. The small, not long path. Then, in what has now morphed into a comical scene in my memory, they both stopped, saw each other and ran in opposite directions, equally petrified of each other.

No photos this time.  :)

Plummage

Apologies to any active members of PETA but...

I HATE RACCOONS!

Nick is home for the weekend and tonight while we were eating our tomates farcies, he mentioned that if I wanted any Reine Claude plums this year, I had better get them now.

"Now? Like, right now?"

"Yup."

And there they were, slinking up to the tree as I approached it.

"Scram you rabid thieving nasty little weasels!"

And they did, surely expecting to come back later on for some plum pillaging. But ha HAAAAA, I got them all, SUCKAS! Or, at least, all the those they didn't have room for in their extended bellies last night. To be exact, they got 3.5lbs of the 6lbs my resilient Reine produced this season, after being ravaged by the bears last year.

But the last 2.5lbs are MINE!

Now I need to pick the apples and pears before the bears get 'em.