Not sure what's going on this morning, but for some reason, this blog-thing is not accepting photographs... I even went back and changed many to much smaller file sizes, but then it actually uploaded only these two, less than the first time around.
In anycase, this is all I have for today:
Hiiner had a birthday, and on his birthday he received a beautiful beautiful beautiful (did I mention beautiful??) Stand-Up Paddleboard (SUP).
And much like one of the stories go, he too has become legendary, pretty much walking on water. Can we say STOKED?!
We had very early visitors yesterday morning... right off the boat! Karen and her kids from BC dropped by for a quick hello-- although the last thing they expected on an rdf kind of a morning, we went for a creek hike just becuase we love it!
Although we didn't have enough water shoes to outfit the whole gang, Ian does have a lot of wool socks...
...more than enough...
... for many mismatched sets of wool booties.
Sometimes, we got wetter than anticipated...
...but it was definitely worth it...
... my little Rabina went for a swim while Andi and Ben climbed the falls.
And it really was THIS big.
Wet, but happy, we even got some of the first wild blueberries of the season and some of the last wild raspberries.
Wonderful start to the day!
Last weekend, I escaped to the Gros Morne area for a sweet afternoon and overnight getaway.
Camping on a beautiful beach full of gorgeous stones worn smooth by wave action, I made a friend... who followed me down the quad trails and loved the tent spot.
Low tide yeilded cazillions of tide pools to inspect, and beautiful sunset later on.
Early the next morning, Western Brook Gorge beckoned...
... but what had me even more entranced...
...were the seven caribou slowly making their way across the bog.
What a treat!
Today, I am escaping for another quick hadventure... I'll get back to you on how that goes!
Record yields with the cherries this year, and after all the worry, no major competition from the birds.
The wonderful thing about my little cherry grove is that it is a great way to catch up on chats and have a good visit with friends.
This was my third group of migrant workers-- who, as you can CLEARLY see, sat down on the job the second my back was turned, right under the (long) noses of the turned-out-to-be-lazy-and-incompetent not to mention hairy supervisors-- and am expecting a few more later this week.
I soon righted the wrongs and cracked the cherrying whip and everyone went home with bowls and bags and containers full...
... even me...
... lovely way to spend a few hours in the day.
Now to freeze and 'process' them for later reminders of the beautiful summer.