Summer has so far squashed any semblance of a normal schedule for me, though I am not complaining. I have had little or no time to write between trips and special days, family, friends, and the endless gardening.
Today: though the sky threatened rain, we loaded an impossibly good picnic into the car and headed for Ohiopyle Park. With my parents we hiked past Cucumber Falls down through shady paths lined with rhododendrons and ambled over large flat rocks that skimmed the river. Reference for scenery: Last of the Mohicans; McClowsky's coastal Maine; Swiss Family Robinson. See: Crazy kayak man with beach ball zipped up in his kayak so he can flip in the air.
Merry and Grandaddy climbed up the rocks and ducked behind the falls. They waved through a curtain of moving white water.
Once again, ice-cream at the Firefly Grill.
Last weekend: fire in the pit and hobo meals; Mom tore furiously at our hill until it was bald, and we madly seeded it with wild flower seeds last night.
Music of the Moment: Kings of Convenience
Movie of the Moment: Flushed Away
Book Rediscovered: Horse and His Boy, by CS Lewis (read in my father's voice to my own daughter)
Wishes: A Fence, a Slotted Toast Tray, a brick path, a tropical fruit smoothie
Good things: The girls, covered in dirt; Sheep and Fiber Festival in Waynesburg, Pennsylvania; Nettle juice
Tomorrow, we'll visit my ill Grandpa in Ohio, so I'll likely not write for a day or two. But do stay posted as I have more pictures on the line-up. . .
