showers for a shower

white capped waves & lazy ash-colored skies bid us to the shores... smiles & laughter abound inside a warm seaside tent... bungalow views dappled with the heaven's tears of joy... mother to be... aglow... a new story begins... a bright future awaits.

Do you remember December?

a fuzzy bear suit prepared to bundle our bundle... but for now cuddle in the warmth of the indoors, in the arms of those who love you, in a homecooked meal, in the goodness of a cup of steaming hot chocolate... do you remember?  i do.

bar cart mania

what's not to love.  or in my crazy world... what's not to obsess over.  i have found that i adore bar carts.  now when mentioning this to the chef he claimed he adored them first, and he almost has a leg to stand on in that argument since he has had a certain one in mind for a certain place in a certain house ever since the day i met him.  (i was willing to be fair.  i acknowledged his decanter fixation but it wasn't good enough for him.  he clearly wouldn't go down that easily.)  ok so i resigned from the "i loved bar carts 1st" party and i joined the present camp, "but i loved bar carts 1st!"  in any event we are of equal minds and can from this point forward hunt hand in hand for that ever elusive, ever adored carrier of the booze.

note: check out more carts http://elissabraun.com/blog/2011/06/wish-list-bar-cart/ 

rofl

summer in march

it was as if God peered down from the heavens... and taking into account the desolate, gray beaches... turned the sun down upon them and held off the mighty coastal winds.  setting loose the gulls He assessed the skies and breathed them into blue.  it was just one of those kind of days.

                          

separating the beach from the railroad tracks... the coolest, nostalgic picket fance.        

spring season

   

                 

look out world... our heavy hitter is hittin' the field again.  mr. gabel attended tryouts on feb. 5th and seems as though a coach may have scouted him for the shetlands.  (not to be confused with the mini-shetlands of last... the flower pickin'... run to the dugouts instead of 1st base... draw in the dirt kids.)  the shetlands are 5-6 year olds.  our tyke will be 1 mth away from turning 4 when the season starts... but with lots of prayers... and an endearing smile like his, he will obliterate his hefty competition!  so here's to you gabel... and to angelic protection overhead with those pop flies.    

sidenote: the black pirates t-shirt in photograph belonged to the chef when he was in little league.

bro posse

here's to our frisky boy... our duke!  here's to your big 10th birthday.  you have stollen our hearts... & we quite simply adore you... our one and only Chopper-Boy!

for no reason at all

the best lamb ever.  ...it will not soon be forgotten.