Friday, July 30, 2010
I forget how simply gorgeous and singularly amazing a place we live in - until we go out for a little jaunt in the forest, which in this area almost always includes a waterfall. That's right since we live in the "Land of Waterfalls" (statistically speaking we have the highest concentration of them of any U.S. county) you would have to try hard to find a hike that doesn't either end or pass by a waterfall...in fact, you'll find some shoulder-shrugging among some especially discerning locals wheter a certain fall really qualifies as a fall or not.
Courthouse falls IS definitely a waterfall and an especially photogenic one, located deep in the woods with sunlight filtering through the dense green canopy in brilliant streaks. It's magical, there is simply no other way to put it.
Gus and his friend, Rion spent a shrieks-filled morning chasing each other along the short hiking trail and splashing in the water. Then it was "feeding time"
One goldfish for me. One goldfish for you. Then change roles and repeat.
First pose and kiss Daddy for good luck as he heads off for yet another interview with the Asheville Fire Department...he's been doing awesome so far, we are hopeful and just plain grateful for the opportunity afforded.
Then Gus changes outfits and has a little snack to top off his early morning breakfast - goldfish are still is very favorite.
Then the rest of the day Gus-style with almost no pause in sight. Pool, hike, play, books etc.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Today was my day off (well until 5 anyways) so we took our friends Carston and Elija to the Brian S. Setzer Fish Hatchery in Pisgah Forest National Park, where we promptly used up every available quarter in my wallet to purchase handfuls of fish food for the reams of starving (not really) fish...it was fun to watch all the beautiful Brook Trout writhe, jockey and jump for every morsel and the boys tried out every possible combination of quantity and throwing technique in search for a - to me unclear - result...fun to watch the trio of little scientist at work...whatever theory they were proving, they worked hard at it...
Afterwards we went for a cool-down hike in the adjacent nature center, learning along the way about trees native to North Carolina and how abundant wild turkeys once where (so much for Thanksgiving!).
All that studying and learning made us hungry and we feasted on cheese, grapes, apples and crackers (of course I brought too much of the WRONG kind and not enough of the RIGHT kind - Ritz has it, in case you didn't know it) but we made due and fed the WRONG kind (sorry saltines) do the birds and squirrels before getting wet in the creek throwing rocks and playing catch.
A great summer outing. We'll try to do it again before the fall.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Between work, playing with Gus, keeping Jacob's schedule and books straight and trying to keep the house from descending into complete chaos and disrepair, I've been doing woefully little to nourish my spirit - that's what crafts usually does for me. Aside from running, it's the best way I know to look inside and do a little spring cleaning in my heart, brain and soul.
Gardening is a new one, until this year, I gardened a bit - and a bit listlessly - to save money, "do my part" in the locavore movement and keep the weeds from completely taking over. This year I invested a bit of upfront money and treated myself to a nice selection of California-grown (and overnight-delivered) heirloom tomatoes (so much for my carbon footprint) and for the past two months they have made me anxious like a first-time Momma...either looking too rowdy or not hearty enough, alternaternating between showing signs of overwatering and looking thirsty, or appearing suicidal in the face of an endless onslaught of snails and other toothy critters...I applied Neem, pruned, prodded, doused and fussed.
Now they are finally looking like they are all going to make it (14 plants total, I'm proud to say) and even more so, look like prolific producers....
Sunday I picked my first cross-section of fruit of my labors and pains: An Amish Paste, a Green Zebra, a Old World Big Beef and a particularly tasty looking Appalachian variety...I'm saving seeds for next year to do it all over again. It keeps my hands busy while my mind recharges...
And second, but not second best, I went ahead and treated myself to a pattern and two skeins of expensive wool (usually I skimp on material, but our local wool shop is just so tempting) and I'm happy to report that my mustard-colored leg warmers in an outrageously complicated, but equally satisfying zig-zag pattern are coming along nicely...I knit in tiny increments, but every time I do it for a row or two, it makes me feel just a bit better and hopeful...and hopefully stylish.
What's your favorite thing?
Today for no reason at all - or maybe just because I'm tired of "guiding" him all the time - I let Gus pick his own Sunday supper. Not surprisingly, he opted for ice cream, which I promptly provided and he, equally promptly, devoured straight from the carton, while sitting on the kitchen counter.
He is one picky eater these days and I'm one worried Momma, but then again, seeing him like this; he is as sweet as ice cream to me!
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
What a welcome sight to sore, overheated eyes...we found this great waterfeature, called the splashpark, right smack in front of Asheville's City Hall, where we had come to drop off Jacob's firefighter application.
Gus loved all the spouting action, as did all the other kids. We loved the squealing, laughs and the occasional - and very welcome - spray of water.
Happy, hot summer everyone!
Monday, July 5, 2010
Gus loves fireworks and sparklers....on Saturday we watched the big fireworks at the college and he sat mesmerized and still for 25 min. - very unusual for him!
Sunday evening we went through four boxes of sparklers in a record half hour, not wasting a second with an unlit sparkler...Gus adores everything about them.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
With a poker-face (really that's just his sleepy face) Gus entered the kid's bike parade as part of Brevard's Fourth of July Festival and rode his very nicely decorated bike (thanks, Daddy) mightily for three blocks. In the end he got a bike bell (ding, ding) and a high-five and a brief stint on the golf cart with Alex, one of Brevard's friendly policeman.
Happy Fourth to you all!