The Girl and some of her friends attended something called a Color Festival here in town. Apparently, it's an east Indian tradition when people throw colored chalk at each other.
This was the result. And she posed for it willingly. Three days later there's still a little purple in her hair.
So let me tell you about my Mother's Day.
I was awakened on Sunday morning by my 4 grown sons actually dancing into my bedroom to Mr. T's "Mother Rap" going on the iapd, with breakfast....that they had actually made themselves. They'd gotten up early and everything, which if you knew my sons, would amaze and delight you. It was just so darn fun.
This were the toppings for the crepes they'd made. Yes, you heard me right....they made crepes....and parfaits.
My Eldest dishing up the batter.
And trying to flip the crepes up in the air. Being boys, they tried this feat multiple times...with varying results.
SD Boy dishing up breakfast for his wife, who I believe provided technical support for the whole process, along with the other DIL's who gave menu advice beforehand.
LS Boy on childcare duty while others were cooking.
The one photo I did not get on my Mother's day was PB Skyping with us. It was wonderful. He didn't know everyone was going to be there for the phone call so that was a really great surprise for him.
Our St. Patrick's Day celebration was a little fragmented this year. Since The Girl and I were headed for the mountains (more on this soon) and wouldn't be at home that morning, we had our usual green breakfast Friday morning.
Green pears and green pancakes and really theoretically this WAS the right white balance. Maybe it's just that things dyed green just don't photograph very well. The Girl's comment was, "Well, this looks appetizing...."
Then there was this:
Got the idea from Our Best Bites blog.
And I'm not talking this kind of bouquet.
Or even this one....fancy though it may be.
I'm talking bokeh...the photographic kind. Bokeh is actually taken from a Japanese word meaning "blur" and is the quality of the out of focus area of a picture, often the reflection that comes from a light source. I wanted to try to get some pictures of the tree with only the tree lights as the available light source. I also wanted to practice focusing a little in low light.
This is the ornament that came from my childhood tree when I got married. It's a brass cherub bell. I seem to be surrounded by cherubs lately.
I think this one turned out a little better. There were more lights around it but I was happy I could get some focused pictures in the low light. Really, really high ISO's, though.
As is our usual tradition, we are spending a few post-Christmas days up at the cabin. After the scramble of the season, it does us good just to unplug a sit in the woods for a while. So as you read this, we are doing exactly that. Although this year is a little different. We haven't had enough snow to snowmobile in. All reports are that we're going to be able to drive it. I'll report back.
In the meantime, I have a few techno-posts for the time away. I'm not sure I'll have enough for every day this week, there will be this and that. I have a few miscellaneous holiday-related photos I haven't been able to get to, starting with this one:
The tray did get done in time, but wouldn't you know it, she came out with a new Christmas kit this year and I like it just as much. Now I'm in a quandry.
We had a really wonderful holiday.
There was good food.
And new jammie pants.
And dragging out of bed later than they thought they'd get up.
And stuff from Santa.
And silly presents from brothers. LS Boy printed off a picture of "The Situation" and taped a 4-pack of chocolate candies in place of his abs with a note saying "Check out these abs....they're delish."
The best part of the day, though, was getting to spend some time on the phone with PB. We were hoping to Skype with him, but the home where he was didn't have Skype, so we contended outselves with the phone conversation. We had him on the house phone and then had 3 cell phones with his brothers on them held up to the home phone so they could hear the conversation as well.
My DH, just like everyone in the world, has his own set of quirks. There are things about him that will never change and I've come to terms with that. He can, however, learn....and several years ago he learned that when he gave his wife flowers, his life was a lot easier. He can also extrapolate, and he figured out that if he contacted the florist at the first of the year and arranged to have flowers sent to his wife every so often, not only would his wife be happy, but he wouldn't have to remember to get the flowers himself on a regular basis. He also figured out that if he picked up the delivery schedule during hunting season, it saved him a lot of grief. He's not terribly fussy about what kind of flowers turn up in the arrangements, just that they get delivered.
As part of his yearly discussion with the florist, he schedules a centerpiece for Thanksgiving and one for Christmas. Now, tell me, how many men who carry a gun and eat lots of wild game would think of that? So yesterday the doorbell rang. It was the little flower delivery man. He and I are pals because, well, I see him fairly regularly. He had the Christmas centerpiece.
LS Boy looked at it and smiled. It's a little different than others I've gotten. Never had those golden angels playing musical instruments before. DH got home and saw it. His assessment....."Wow...that's pretty.....fancy." Yep, we have rococo cherubs who are going to watch us eat Christmas dinner, and maybe provide us with imaginary dinner music, and I'm totally OK with that....because with every flower delivery comes this:
I love him, too.
But I do have this strange urge to gold-leaf the ceiling.
