Sorry friends, I have been a negligent blogger lately. Holidays, apres holiday catch up, then a big party to host soon after, and right into the job of spring clean up in the yard. Love it all but it does eat up my days and leaves little time for writing.
As overwhelming as our yard can be at times, I adore working outside. Today a friend came over to help us with a long overdue job, removing a very dead and dangerous tree. I have always been a big fan of chainsaws. Despite the fact they scare me a bit, I used to like watching my Dad cut trees at our cottage and house. Look at this beauty...
Here is the poor tree that died a year or so into our move, I think the roots got damaged when the septic tank hole was dug. That darn septic tank, it was also the reason my beloved stand of birch trees that gave Birch Hill it's humble namesake got chopped. Unfortunately both are part of the risk you take living five hours away during a build.
Go Jason, he felled the tree with expert precision. It dropped between two other trees and hardly broke a branch. That would not have been the case if we tried this job ourselves, we would have surely have added a new skylight in our roof, or even worse... gifted our neighbour a skylight.
As for that party I mentioned, it was relatively easy to host as far as parties go as it was for ten year olds. A year end hockey party. in honor of Liam's Lumby Stars Atom team and the families.
The boys are busy, wrestling soon ensued on the trampoline...
Then they took their wresting to the ring, the sumo ring that is...
The food was easy- peasy thanks to some help from Erin who arranged a few finger sandwiches....NOT!
For desert I made a sundae bar, 25 litres of ice cream (f.y.i. next time one bucket would be enough, two was excessive but fun) , homemade chocolate and caramel sauce, whipped cream and goodies. Such an simple way to feed a crowd.
Mexico is the perfect place to find silly gifts for hockey fans...we bought these year end gifts at a beach market...
Our kiddo hockey would not have happened without the awesome men who gave their time and shared their passion for the sport with our boys. So grateful to you all and I know the boys will always remember the lessons you taught and modelled for them.
So, that's a bit of a catch up...I am in total denial of a memory card holiday image issue I am having. Tomorrow I am comitted to getting the nerve up to look into it and face the impending frustration that is going to be required to get my images back and getting to work on some reviews.
Or perhaps I will just throw on my boots, grab a rake and hit the yard for another day of blissful procrastination.