She wanted a tea party, but she also wanted to go to the Coast. This meant a picnic tea party, and the afternoon previous saw a mad whirl of prep work. Ana made a lemon-poppyseed cake, baked in tin cans to make three mini cakes of four layers each (12, you see). Asher helped carve radishes into toadstools. I flew around a bit like a chicken with my head cut off, as my grandmother would say. However, we got it done, and yesterday morning saw us on our way with Grandma.
First stop was the Hatfield Marine Science Center (of course). The tides were not in our favour for actual tide pool exploration, so the touch tanks here are the next best thing.
After this, she really couldn't wait much longer for her tea. So we obliged. On the menu:
Ham and truffle cheese sandwiches with lettuce on white bread
Smoked salmon, cucumber and labneh sandwiches with dill on rye bread
Lemon poppyseed cakes
Melon flowers and leaves
Earl grey tea (with a hint of lavender)
It takes a ridiculous amount of work to make all those fiddly wee tea things, but I believe she does truly appreciate it, so it is worth it.
With fuller bellies, and feeling a bit chilly, we went up to see the light house/ museum. Grandma had never been before.
And then we ran rampant on the dunes.
Asher proved himself the kitemaster! He flew his hundreds of feet up into the air so that it was barely visiblein the mist that blew in. When we (finally) reeled it in, it was soaking wet.
To finish the day, we went for a walk on the bayfront and went to Mo's for dinner.
I hope she had a good day. The rest of us certainly enjoyed it.
This girl of ours. This girl who is not at all like anyone else. Who can be hard to understand and easy to misunderstand. With a heart as large and soft, as deep and sweet as any I have ever encountered; with a dark streak of stubborn temper to flash with her bright eyes and head of curls; with such a real sense of who she is and what is important; this girl who has always been nothing more or less than Herself. She amazes us. We are honoured to know her as well as we do-- it has been one of the greatest bounties in our lives.
Our Bella. I wish I had the words for the beauty that is you.
This week has been, well, hot. Not as hot as Zambia or Malawi on a November afternoon before the rains start, or a muggy evening by the Great Dismal Swamp, but for western Oregon, pretty gosh darn hot. All around us people are moaning and wilting and slowly dribbling themselves into pathetic puddles on the soft pavement. And it is a bit embarassing to have to say that actually, we don't mind it. We're not running around at 4 in the full sun, and the fans go up in the windows as the sun sinks down. But it cools off so blissfully at night. And for the first time, the water spraying out of the hose feels good, not chilly. Which leads to a whole lot of this:
Tomorrow leads to a young lady turning 12. We will celebrate at the Coast with a tea party picnic and grandma and probably more sand dune sliding and fish and chips. Summer is glorious. More soon.
Two of my cousins and their sweet babies were visiting my aunt and uncle (their mom and dad) today. We got head over for a few hours of cuddles of cobbler and the pure delight that is babies in dappled light.
This one kept a delighted Asher on the go (event he autofocus couldn't keep up). But he is so very irresistable!
And this sweet girl practised her walking holding on to only one big finger. She was quite irresistable herself.
Ana and Joepa had a jam session that she never wanted to leave.
And we, of course, came home with an armful of flowers.
Tonight we are planning a drive out to nowhere to view the perseid meteor shower. And you?
It has been a busy month. Yesterday, the children and I were home with no one else in it for the first time in weeks. It felt lonesome, and empty. None of us particularly wanted to be there. So we went to the county fair instead.
Bella thinks she should decoarate a cake next year, Ana wants to enter some writing, and Asher a drawing. We shall see. Our neighbor won six first place ribbons for her flowers, and we also saw a newspaper clipping of her as the dairy princess way back when. A new history and culture to learn about.
There were sno-cones and old playground equipment and small building projects.
But everyone's favourites were the animals: bunnies and chickens and sheep and goats and horses (some worn out) and cows and pigs. If we had more room or a different zoning, I suspect I would be overrun...
Also? I have something like seven hundred photos from this last month. I may try to do a recap of our time at Kootenay Lake, and another from camping in the Willamete National Forest.