We worked in our yard in the two hours before dark. In literature, this is called the gloaming hour and it happens to be my favorite time of the day to spend outdoors. The days is done, colors are softened, it's not as hot out any more, and the sun sends the sky all golden. It was also a happy family time yesterday. We were all happily working. Hunter, Ainsley, and Hunter's best friend who lives next door, Emma, were all playing happily in the dirt while we worked. Tone trimmed back our huge lavender bush, so the air was filled with the smell.
After we were done working, Daddy and the kids played a kind of chasing game with the rubber balls. I'm not sure that anyone knew the actual way to play, but it they just ran around screaming and chasing and throwing balls. It was delightful to watch them laughing their heads off and enjoying each other.
We left the door open while we worked so the kids could go in and out, and that was a big mistake! I came in after working and the ceiling was absolutely covered in flies! It looked like the inside of a barn. GROSS! I will never do that again! I know this trick though. If you put a cup of soapy water under a sleepy fly that is hanging in the ceiling, it will drop in and die. So after we got cleaned up and came in, we spent the next hour catching flies. Tone on a stool with his cup of soapy water, and me on the ground with a fly swatter killing the more rigorous ones. I am still killing tons of flies today, but I think we are down to the last of them. The following picture is a small sampling of what we caught!
In other news: Here is an update on Hunter's birthday on Sunday: We had a family party Sunday afternoon and evening, with extended family over for pizza, cake and presents. Low key and simple. That's the way I do parties. Nothing fancy, and Hunter still feels so special and loved.
I can't believe he is FOUR!
Flys = Gross. I totally get it.
ReplyDeleteBirthdays = Low Key, love that.
Happy Birthday Hunter!
You know what this reminds me of. Roller skating around the Russell road house. I totally forgot about that. We used to fly around that. Especially me. You guys were kinda slow. If my memory serves me correctly
ReplyDeleteWhatever! I was awesome on my skates. What I remember is you and Steve building those suicidal rickety jumps and going down that huge driveway death trap full speed. I was fast, but smarter. You were fast and crazy!
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