Coming out of my shell

Okay this blog has been way too quite for way too long. I have been completely blogging shy ever since the move. My big fat ego just had to get used to the idea that we moved back into the mobile (I'm trying to redub it the long house. I mean really - how much better does that sound?). We have been here a month. We've done lots to make it nice and cozy. Most recently...

I ditched the old glass topped table and rearranged my plants thus...


Linton cleared the trees of blackberries and rubbish and we hung our wee hammock...

And together made a fire pit that we christened with a fire last night...


Oh ya, I'm getting back into the blogging swing of things now.

Ebey's landing

We hiked Ebey's landing yesterday. Oh aren't weekends wonderful? This beautiful hike has the Puget Sound on one side and lovely farm land on the other. It was a foggy day, so no view of the Olympics, but the fog gave us its own show.




Henry made friends on the beach.

Hiding from all those boxes

Henry has a new place to hang out: under the porch. He'll probably just stay there until all this unpacking is over.

Excuses, excuses

But I have a really good excuse for not posting very much in the past couple of weeks.

Ch ch ch changes

Tonight I peeked into a folder of pictures I'd called "Henry." In it there was a picture of him on the first day we got him. Check it out.

All I could think was, "What?!?! His tongue looks nothing like that!" Want the evidence? Check out this photo taken a couple of weeks ago.

All his spots are growing. Isn't that wild?