The view from our porch of an early fall evening....
This post and the three that precede it contain random pictures from the past year and quotes that didn't make it into the yearbook we send with our Christmas cards. We hope you enjoy reading them as much as we enjoyed saying them!
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Will put in yeoman's work on the house after Joseph got it prepped.
We went camping in New Hampshire. Here is Bridget with Maggie by the ice cold stream.
Mom: You know what the problem is? They make these cords too short.
Deirdre: Yeah, that's so annoying. Why do they make them so short?
Mom: It's for SAFETY. Whatever. Of course, it's not safe if I take this cord and strangle the person who made it...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Deirdre: That's ok. Let bygones be bygones, what?
Sukie [in agreement]: What.
The garden in late summer.
Phil [Regarding guests who hadn’t arrived yet]: Are these people gonna leave?!
Will: I think I just got a concussion. From snorting watermelon into my brain.
Jumping ahead to Thanksgiving, at which we neglected to take a picture of us all together:
Joseph: Ugh! This tastes like the devil and all his demons.
Deirdre: ...Have you tasted them?
[Long pause. Glare.]
Joseph: Who hasn't.
[Entering, speaking overly brightly] Will: Good morning, all.
Papa [answering in the same vein]: And good morning to you!
Mom: Oh no, now there's two of you.
Rosie: Ooh, vacation! I'll cook fun things for people I love!
Bridget [to Will]: It's nice when we're actually nice to each other. It makes a big...
Will: Shut up!
Rosie: I'd be like a traffic light. Except only the orange part.
Deirdre: There is no orange part.
Deirdre: This has been very hard to eat. [Looks at Rosie's utensils] Fork and knife is so revolutionary.
Rosie: [thoughtfully]: I bet that we could bounce on our toes much longer than your average person could.
Just before Nick left after Thanksgiving, we took a walk up Dexter Drumlin.