10 years of bethlehem

yup, turns out our 10 year anniversary of going to on the way to Bethlehem is their 10th anniversary too.




as you can see from the raincoats...

it's so mild, it's raining

we think that fierce looks like 'relic' here (from the beachcombers)

grateful

so grateful that my sweet 12 year old spends her time this way:

rather than posting crude updates or comments on facebook.

pepper's confirmation

auntie net-net, sponsor extraordinare, straightened pepper's hair and she couldn't be more pleased

bosco shows off some art he's done at school

this one's my favorite:

pepper's saint project

and yes, that is fierce's pointing finger on the other side trying to take some sort of credit

fierce's latest obsession

paper airplanes

poetry monday

we finish off with odes and ballads. 
maybe it's a good thing our poetry study is coming to a close.  we're becoming a tad morose - starting poems with (prescribed) hopeful, happy lines and ending up with a handful of tears...

                       Sometimes I remember
                       The good old days
                       When I was young
                       The first to be dispatched
                       For the Easter Egg Hunt


                       When I was the one
                       To get the first egg
                       Then the others would come
                       And find many more
                       And when I ran for an egg
                       Another would take it


                       Soon it was over
                       And when I shook my bag
                       Only one fell out



Sometimes I remember
the good old days

The beach bare of people
and the lake water beckoning

A tussle of kids: my kids, your kids
our kids

Mixing and mingling in the sand
wrapping themselves in shrieks and
surety

Next week: same time, same place
True blue -

Times change and people move
on


                                     Ode to Lemonade

                              O Lemonade,
                              how you slip
                              down my throat like the elixir of life
                              and Quench my thirst
                                     in a jiffy

                              O Lemonade,
                              how you water
                              the Garden
                              of taste
                              and when it's time for us to part
                              you leave my teeth
                                     squeaky

why spell checker isn't enough

(in her essay) pepper:

   In confederation, we can get our onions out.