The kids have a big yard with a creek full of fish running around the back of it. We have tackled the back yard, and it promises to be an epic battle between my sheer will and the will of a few decades of weeds run rampant. I have always moved into places with well established perennial beds, so this is a bit of a challenge. Planting a garden with two three year olds is also proving to be a challenge. Both have inherited my "more is more" outlook on life, so planting involves me going behind them and digging out the fistful of seeds shoved in each tiny hole. It also involves me agreeing that their new "best friend" of an earth worm/frog/toad is indeed beautiful, but no, mama would not like to hold him. I found Shep the other day watching television, holding up a garden slug so it too could enjoy the brilliance that is the Backyardigans.
I don't think the slug was very impressed.
So, to catch up - a few shots of the past month out here in Orono. Digging, planting and fence building (Paul did it all by himself). A first fish, and a first dance recital (note the bug bites, (did I mention that there are a ridiculous amount of insects in the country?!).
And last but not least, Frannie. Francis was our cat for the past decade. She enjoyed sleeping and eating and snuggling. I found her as a kitten in Kensington Market and thought she would be a great gift for my then friend Paul. We ended up married and she ended up mine. Francis loved it out here and was very happy with our decision to move out of the city.
Sadly she was killed by a dog last week. This was the last picture I took of her, sleeping in the clean towel basket.
Happy with the sad, luckily much much more of the former. We buried Fran out back and will spend the next few weeks, in shorts, planting beautiful perennials all around her. xo
RIP frannie xo.