If I die today: renaissance of pink clouds

Ciaran, Francis, and I had such a wonderful time visiting so much family in Belleville last week. Highlights included kick the can in the backyard on Friday night, a walk in the graveyard with Jack, Sheila, Trudy, and Barkley the dog which ended up being a walk on a "secret path," through a boggy wooded passage around the edge of the graveyard (Mount Hope) and past several favorite landmarks: magnolia tree, baby deer skull, several mausoleums. Why not host a buy a mausoleum and host Halloween parties inside?

Yesterday, Ciaran, Francis, and I visited our garden space in the Tommy Thompson garden in Burlington. My own space is rather icy lake-like, but there were other less wet walkways. The boys played on the large mountain of dirt/compost and "skimmed" it with the stirrup hoe while I huddled around the warmth of the sun bouncing off the shed. Francis expressed intense desire to leave behind the boomerang which we had brought in to play with, but Ciaran and I protested, and eventually found it laying around on some snow. Francis had decided he no longer wanted it, with the not-so-secret intention of obtaining a new one. He acceded to our plan to bring home the old blue boomerang, abdicating ownership of this oft-struggled over piece of equipment to Ciaran.