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| It took a few years, but check out how many peaches we've got now! |
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| Our friend Adam didn't believe me that this drill actually worked, and drilled a hole in the gate. Irene saw it and after he left, went and drilled her own hole. This is Grandma Ernst's drill. |
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| Guess who got suckered into letting his daughter eat a bag of cheetos for lunch. |
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I made this bread.
It is a sourdough country loaf made with mostly wild yeasts, a recipe from Tartine, in SF.
I started the sourdough culture initially with the lees from a mead I'd made,
but I think that its actually become quite sour and tasty by now.
I could hardly believe it when I took it out of the oven and it looked like it is supposed to. |
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| Things are finally growing in the church garden. |
Schara graduated from UNC, and we went to her party.
There was a dj and a dance floor.
Evangeline burned it up, with help from a new friend.
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| The girl can do the cha cha slide. |
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| The baby robins aren't so babyish anymore. They're sure to be gone any day now. If I want a pet robin, this is my last chance for this year. |
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We decided to brave the wilds of the restaurant frontier after Ellee's concert today and made a trip back to our old haunt, the Printworks Bistro. The food was great, but the dining experience was a little hectic thanks to these two blessings. Irene brought us probably 12 pieces of broken glass. But hey, they have a good mom, so its all okay.
The relative peace of this time was promptly broken when Irene brought a cigarette butt to her mother and put it in her lap. How beautiful. |
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| Evangeline finally figured out how to pump on the swing. |
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| Mom brought home goggles. |