Happy Anniversary!

Today is the first wedding anniversary of daughter #2 and her hubby.  I've mentioned before that she doesn't like me to post her picture on my blog so this will have to suffice.

Something like this only twenty years older.

She cracks me up.

Her dad and I crafted this lovely (!!!)  wedding cake for her.  She gave us about a week to plan her wedding. 

Happy anniversary you two!  We love you lots and are so proud of you.

Forgive Me!

Last week daughter #1 and her husband celebrated their third wedding anniversary.  I forgot to mention it on my blog and I feel badly.  So here goes sweet stuff:  We love you guys so much and we are so proud of you!

Wasn't she a beautiful bride?

She could model for a bride's magazine!

Show and Tell

A short while ago I entered a giveaway on the blog Painting the Roses White and I actually won! ME!  I never win anything.  Ask Pioneer Woman.  Anyway, this is what I won:

Here is #1 modeling it for me:

So pretty and Rebecca makes them herself.  Of course my mother guilt kicked in and I gave the hair accessory to #1.  She loves these things and wears them a lot.  Much to her husband's chagrin. Thanks Rebecca!

In other news, remember the huge branch that fell on our lawn a while back?  A long while back?  Well the hubby got out the sawsall (sp?)  yesterday and chopped her up for firewood.

Yeah, I don't think that is going to do us for the winter but do you see those tarps in the background?  There are a few cords of wood there so I think we'll make it.  Does anyone like to stack wood?  Come on over. Please. I'm begging.

I showed you a photo of some of my hydrangea the other day.  Here you can see why I said our other horses used to eat them:

Good girl Sassy.


I inherited this rose from my mother's garden.  It is named after the founder of the Women's Instiute, Adelaide Hoodless. My mum was a member of this  venerable society of women.  Hands up if you know what the WI is. I'll even send you a prize of you can recite the Mary Stewart Collect and name the movie made from a true story from the WI. And no,Googling does not count.

Alas, I failed to capture a photo of the rose in its full glory.  This rose is not hardy for our climate so I baby it dreadfully and hope it comes back again every spring.  So far, so good.

It's been a slow week at the LC.  The heat and humidity are still bad, so we really just stay indoors, read a lot, and sleep.  It's a hard life, I know.

Law and Order

Gentle Readers, it has come to this.  I have told my husband that anything he says can and will be used against him on this blog.I  have testified in a previous post that upon returning from work one day when hubby went upstairs to change he hollered down the stairs to me, "Miracles still happen,  I found five freshly ironed shirts in my closet."

After several days of nasty humidity in which I am unable to function,  today I revved up the vacuum for some necessary activity.  From his dozing position on his comfy chair he questioned, "What is that noise?"  "The vacuum", I replied innocently.  "Oh, I forgot what it sounded like."

Do we have the three strikes rule in Canada? Is it only the first week of his summer vacation?  More importantly, can I make it through to September?

There's a New Girl in Town

Last fall, after over twenty years, my husband found himself without a horse.  He reasoned that it was a good thing because he was getting too old, they aggravated his asthma, etc.  Fast forward to April, when I was away on my Trip of a Lifetime to New York, my dear hubby acquired her:

Yes, gentle readers, meet Sassy.

Notice the glorious ray of light beaming upon her head.  My hubby took these pictures.  Now I am the horse widow again. 

Sassy likes to eat. A lot.  At least we have that in common.