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handsome boy

This is the face you make when you just want a nice outdoor nap, but the birds won’t stop teasing you and your dumb mother keeps taking your picture.

Christmas knitting revealed, part one

It’s a rarity for the child of a knitter to request even more knitwear, so when Charlotte mentioned before Christmas that she could use a new pair of mitts, I was all over it.

Hat, cowl and mittens of my own design (only using 2 x 2 rib so not as impressive as it sounds) in a long-stashed blend called Glen by Debbie Bliss. I think they’re okay.

a quick afternoon jaunt

Yesterday, Foster and I were reminiscing about past road trips and trying to summon the hope that next year will be safer to travel when we decided to hop in the car and run up to Scotts Bay for a change of scene.

Did you know it’s illegal to go to Scotts Bay without stopping at the look off and taking fifty photos that are practically identical to the fifty photos you took the last time you were there? It’s true.*

Look! It’s two of my favourite men.

I don’t have the knees for Cape Split so we loitered around the trailhead, admiring the absolute silence. While Foster crept around in the undergrowth taking photos and acquiring ticks, I focused on not falling over a thirty foot high cliff onto boulders in the Bay of Fundy.

Look at these! Aren’t they pretty? They might be alder cones, but I have no idea, so don’t quote me on it.

By this point, the sun was starting to set so we went to the beach to watch.

On the way back across Wellington Dyke, the last of the sunset combined with the rising mist looked like we had stumbled across the set of a Kate Bush video.

Luckily, it was just us and there was no interpretive dancing.

*Possibly not true.

definitely not heading off to poop

Glen has always been sensitive about being watched while he does his business so he’ll look at me like this, waiting impatiently, until I pretend to be distracted by a plant or a cloud or a bug and it’s safe to sneak away. He’s definitely the most privacy-conscious dog I’ve ever met so don’t tell him about this post.