Blessed Easter Sunday to all.
Miranda and I got up early for Bikram yoga. I got up too early as I forgot my towel and mat and arrived at the studio with a bunny tail (I had my shorts on inside out and the white tag flopped around on my behind as I walked).
Marley is visiting with Mistaya and the little girls are on their way down to Auntie M’s to play. I am having my Momma and Dad over for lunch soon. I am sitting in front of the fire place in the 50’s pad trying to warm up after a frozen breakfast shake followed by a freezing bath (Tabs and Mist hogged all the hot water prior to my bath tub entry). Attended a neighborhood Easter egg hunt at Doe-Doe park yesterday. The girls had great fun. A nasty woman accosted Mist (who was kindly helping little Pip find eggs) to say she should leave the eggs for the younger kids–HELLO, Pip was the youngest kid there and my darling Mist is a sweet little sliver of a thing! Lucky thing Mist didn’t tell me this until after we were home, other wise that nasty woman would have gotten it good from dear, sweet and gentle Buddha Mama.
OK, this fire is burning me up–I gotta get out of here. Oh, ya, a fire on our Mountain Friday night–close to evacuating us–hit it hard and fast and got it out–slept through the whole thing!
*The pics are from Crag hiking on Saturday.
**Notice anything strange in the images of us at the picnic rock?
Caesar
Interesting views of the burned out forest from the 2003 Kelowna wildfires and views of Lake Okanagan.
Johan
Yeah, the button on your right hand breast pocket is missing and Miranda has an egg carton at her feet.
Other than that a pleasant although somewhat chilly looking Easter picnic.
Johan
Could it be your winter fedora purchased in Hawaii?
Or is it simply all the gloves and mitts and winter wear on easter weekend. Come on… Where is Nando?
It is Theresa –I’m commenting on Johan’s computer.
When are y’all havin us up for lunch?
Melissa Mix Hart
Johan and T: great observation skills and Nando is tied to a burnt tree so he won’t gobble up the kids sandwhiches.
But look behind miranda in the field–do you see an giant dangerous weapon? It appears like that in every picture of us on the rocks. We are a little creeped out by it–what does it mean? Danger!?