24
September

Wordless wednesday – too many tomatoes

Too many tomatoes

Too many tomatoes

Too many tomatoes

Too many tomatoes

Too many tomatoes

Too many tomatoes

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17
September

Wordless wednesday – #mo365 summer favourites

Morning sunflower :)

Phlox in the late day sun. #mo365

I call him Boris. #mo365

Abandoned. It was pretty quiet at the park tonight... #mo365

Puffy clouds...#mo365

Tide is out, sun is setting... #mo365 #riviereduloup

After the rain #mo365

End of day #mo365

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15
September

Now I know he has a problem

Willy has a well-documented problem with socks. He collects them, he hoards them, he gets seemingly emotionally attached to them, and he can’t let them go, even when they are mismatched and/or falling apart. I love to tease him about this, as there really are few things that he does “collect”, and, while this one is quirky, it actually doesn’t impact me that much. When I get annoyed at seeing his toes poking out of the holes in too many pairs, I just throw them out behind his back.

We purchased a new bedroom set this summer, and with it came a smaller dresser with five drawers. I claimed three of drawers, meaning that Willy would have to downsize. I was certain that the socks would be pared down, but he chose to jam everything that wasn’t socks in the closet, allowing for two drawers full of socks; one dark drawer and one light drawer. This separation is further evidence of his crazed obsession with socks, and I now refuse to put his socks away, for fear of the ramifications when I accidentally put a grey pair in the darks when they should be lights (or vice versa).

Last night he went to bed early, to read and rest his sore back. The room was pitch black when I climbed into bed, but Willy heard me, and complained that the he was cold and his shivering was hurting his back.  I suggested that he put on a pair of socks, the very advice he had given me earlier in the day when I threatened to turn the heat on.  In the dark, I opened a random drawer and handed him a pair, warning that I had no idea what colour they were.

We both laughed and then I could hear him shuffling as he put the socks on. “They’re white,” he said, “white with grey on the heels.” I scoffed and said that was impossible, there was no way that he could know that by feel.  I turned on a light and asked him to produce the socks.  Sure enough, they were just as he described.  We both laughed some more, unable to believe that he was that familiar with his sock collection.

Weirdo.

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10
September

Wordless wednesday – to market

Byward market at harvest

Byward market at harvest

Byward market at harvest

Byward market at harvest

Byward market at harvest

Byward market at harvest

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3
September

Wordless wednesday – back to school

Back to School

Back to School

Back to School

Back to School

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27
August

Wordless Wednesday – happy summer people

Happy Summer People

Happy Summer People

Happy Summer People

Happy Summer People

Happy Summer People

Happy Summer People

Happy Summer People

Happy Summer People

Happy Summer People

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20
August

Wordless Wednesday – Beach Days

Beach days

Beach days

Beach days

Beach days

Beach days

Beach days

Beach days

Beach days

Beach days

Beach days

Beach days

Beach days

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13
August

Wordless Wednesday – trip to PEI

Goose, on the riverbank

Crazy rock

View across the river

Sunset in Riviere du Loup

New London Lighthouse

The north shore

Playing crokinole

Evening clouds in our bay

Cavendish beach!

Sillies before bed

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6
August

Wordless Wednesday – Sandbanks

Sandbanks 2014

Sandbanks 2014

Goose in the water

Submerged Woo

In the garden

Snake from a kayak

Helping out

Woo took this

Siblings

Family

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30
July

Wordless wednesday – a little more California

Fabulous friends!!

Enriquez Vineyards

Enriquez Vineyards

Ready to pick?!

Graffiti

Racking

Golden Gate Bridge

Long walk up

Crazy Lombard Street

Lazy

San Francisco skyline

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