A Picture-y Post
I had the loveliest weekend ever. I love this time of year, and I love being outside (as long as it’s not for a prolonged period of time).
But before the weekend started, I did a craft with my kids. Yes. Me. *I* instigated a craft incident. And I am such a bad friend, I cannot for the life of me remember the blog where I stole this idea. I’d like to link to it, because her family’s end result turned out tons better than ours. Yet, none-the-less, it was fun, cheap and easy.
Proof of said craft project in process:
Aren’t they cute? I like them because they are easy. Super easy, plus, I don’t like the way they taste so I’m not tempted to eat them. All it takes is a bag of those marshmallow-ish orange ‘Circus Peanuts’ candies (those things are so gross). You pull them in half, roll them around in your hands until they are round, poke a hole in the top and then shove in a small piece of green sour straw candy. Then you take a knife or a toothpick and indent vertical lines around the pumpkin (this makes them look more pumpkinishtic), and then roll them in sugar. Fast, easy, cute, and they won’t make you fat, because seriously… no adults actually like those Circus Peanuts.
Ok, so when the weekend began, we kept pretty busy. Saturday was dedicated to chopping down dead trees, chain sawing them into rounds, and then hauling them to the house for firewood. The weather was unbelievably delightful.
Here’s Geoff the Great doing the main work. And, interestingly enough, I found out that I am petrified of chainsaws. I had no idea. I told Geoff that I wanted to have a go at slicing up the tree, so he explained how everything worked and then told me – in great detail – how if I ‘stood in this position’ the chain might fly off backwards and split my head open, or if I ‘stood in that position’ the blade could slip thru the wood and hack off my ankle, or if I ‘stood like this’ then it could jerk backwards and take off one of my hands. I said I still wanted to try, but that “now I was scared”, to which he replied, “You should be terrified”. I couldn’t start the machine by myself so he revved it up and handed it over. That was enough excitement for me. I handed it right back and took off for higher ground.
Hauling wood is a huge workout.
My favorite part was when Geoff took down two enormous dead trees. I have no idea how he was able to figure out how to cut them in a way to aim them. They fell exactly the way he said they would. And then to hear them CRACK and then watch them slowly topple over then hit the ground with a sonic boom and huge echo – wow, was that cool. The ground actually shook.
I wish he would not have chopped up this big tree. It fell over and hit a little hill opposite from where it stood and made a bridge. As soon as it fell all the kids (and me) ran over and ran across it. There is nothing funner than crossing over a big fallen tree bridge. It brought back memories of when me and my sister, Gena, were little (Jess wasn’t born yet) and my dad would take us camping (I think it was in Oregon), and then he’d turn us loose and we’d spend all day getting lost in these huge fern covered woods and having adventures and finding little streams with big tree bridges to cross over. At the end of the day he’d get us back to camp by sending out a shrill whistle (nobody could whistle as loud as my dad) and we’d come tumbling back and finish the day roasting marshmallows and hotdogs. Those were fun times.
Anyhow, we all got to spend time playing on it before Geoff turned our bridge into 30 or so logs, which will keep us nice and toasty this winter
And then Sunday evening was playtime
is it just me, or does the back of their heads sort of look like glazed donuts?
Need a more interesting book, Coie?
I hope your weekend was as cozy as ours. : )
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