Here's me and Erin plundering Paul's harvest:
Like a Victorian novel, there was much lolling around on perfectly-tended lawns. No parasols or wet nurses, though.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Bye Bye Bocce
Well, the bocce season has about come to an end here in the Northwest. To wrap things up, Paul had one last BBQ at his house. Wonderfully, the sun shone, the berries were ripe, and Hood, St. Helens, and Rainier were all visible beneath the blue skies.
Here's me and Erin plundering Paul's harvest:
Like a Victorian novel, there was much lolling around on perfectly-tended lawns. No parasols or wet nurses, though.
Here's me and Erin plundering Paul's harvest:
Like a Victorian novel, there was much lolling around on perfectly-tended lawns. No parasols or wet nurses, though.
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Don't remind me of summers end!!! It's always bittersweet when the grapes are ripe in my backyard. I have an endless supply of awesome snacks (raw, BTW), and my backyard smells like a Welches plant, but it means summer is almost done...
Crap.
Boo.
Also, isn't curling just bocce ball on ice? Just wait until it gets cold, spray some water on the street, and you're good to go!
Divine! Why don't we live in Oregon?
beautiful!!
Yep, all the wet nurses were busy making ice cream for PETA.
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