Tea

Lately I've almost totally nixed coffee in favor of tea. Tea has such a ritual. When you take it with all the trappings like sugar and milk there is plenty to balance on the tray, and gently clatter into the living room. Pictured is lapsang souchong, the tea of choice after 5, with our new extra lovely sugar bowl from Page pottery.

Gardeny me

I had Tuesday off work, so I slapped on an old hand-me-down shirt from Aunie (maternal g'ma) and took her sweet soul outside with me to play in the dirt. Step one: hardware store (I am a McDade after all) for garbage can, bulbs and buckets. Step two, make a compost bin out of a garbage can.



I never have to throw out vegetable scraps again, something that has been driving me CRAZY here.

Step three turn pails into planting pots by stabbing holes in their bottoms: metal pails because they were cheaper than the planting pots, just as cute, and I have a leatherman that can stab holes into pails (thank you Amanda).




Step four wait four to eight weeks for compost and all the way until summer for my Iris bulbs to bloom!

Church on Sunday

The altar

The preacher lady

The saviour



TheChurch

Bugs

I want to know what these are, why they littered the walk one afternoon, and where they went when they left.

Wooden Bridge

This wooden bridge is over North St. Vrain Creek. We saw it last weekend and had to stop & take a photo. Linton has a weakness for bridges. Dare I point out how very Scottish this is?

And how could he not have bridge fascination coursing through his veins when he hails from the place that built the Forth rail bridge?