This was in the middle of the sidewalk yesterday. This little plant is making a break for it!
I took Auggie birthday party shopping a couple of days ago at collage collage. He picked out this wooden snake as a present and asked to paint it for his friend. We used the leftover paint from the banquet snake. Then he made up meanings for all the colours for his friend. These are the meanings: yellow means the sun will be out; blue means there will be a blue sky, green means it is summer because there is green grass in the park and brown means there are cars and trucks outside. (I don't remember what red and gold mean because I didn't write them down right away.)
Looking at this, it just occurred to me how really small you are when you are three. If I met a dog who was my height, I would probably not be this brave :) This is a very gentle African Ridgeback.
I've always been more of a vegetable person than a fruit person. I love apples — I like drawing them, I like the way they smell (apple shampoo!) and even really like the word apple — my notebooks are full of apples. However, I have a bad habit of buying them and not eating them. I like them in things, like salad or soup or sandwiches. But I'm never been one of those people that walks around munching on one absent-mindedly (I have these people on a bit of a pedestal, along with people who drink black coffee and will eat the core of a pear along with the fruit). But a honeycrisp apple, it is a whole new world.
Early morning lights on the way home. Cabin floor on a rainy day this weekend.
I had the chance to go for a walk in the woods and have a really good think and sort out my ideas — get ready for the new year. I have a lot to do. I've been slightly changing direction for a few years now with my work and I can finally see where I'm heading. Somewhere that's a little less cute and a little more calm and hopefully, sometimes beautiful. But sometimes a little tiny bit cute. I'm not going to start striding around in a black turtleneck or anything, if you know what I mean.
Theere was a party being photographed near the fountain — the lady had a magenta and red sari and the man a deep red turban. It looked so amazingly electric in the cold Pacific light, with the white fountain and fall leaves behind them. I really had to hold myself back from running over and taking pictures. Only extreme canadian politeness prevented it.
Auggie has just brought me a piece of green felt, 2 shells, 3 coins, a plastic wheel a dump truck and a plastic moose. I have to go!
When Auggie was midway through his second week of preschool, I picked him up from school and found him to be in the grouchiest, complain-ingest mood. So I tried spoiling him. We visited Aberdeen centre, bought a $2 yellow tractor trailer from Daiso and then had ice cream from mazazu crepe. If you order the milk flavour ice cream in a cup, it comes with cornflakes on the bottom. I don't know exactly why that's so exciting, but it really is.
...a lot of dancing around the fountain. Then a very sudden nap. And lasting happiness for the rest of the week. I think he just needed a little party time. (By the way, he's dancing to Footloose and also various Elvis songs — all of which he's convinced are about tractor trailers).