Come What May: I HEART SUNDAYS!

First of all, let me confess. I should have been writing report cards yesterday. But when the sun made a brief appearance in the afternoon, all thoughts of report card writing went straight out the window. This is what I did instead...

I started to clean out one of the upstairs bedroom closets. (Like I said, I should have been writing report cards.) And there, laying in a box, was Will's baby book from 1992. I opened it up and saw that I had only completed 6 months of his first year. Let me remind you: Will is now TWENTY-ONE YEARS OLD! I quickly finished the scrapbook.

The division of labour around here is as follows: Joe does all of the cooking and grocery shopping. I respect his expertise and do not interfere. I take care of the inside of the house and do all of the yard work. Joe interferes. For example, he recently decided to fertilize the lawn. This means that I now have to mow it every 48 hours. Seriously. And the grass grows so long and so quickly that my dinky cordless electric mower has a hard time plowing its way through the hayfields. Hacking this lawn down took the better part of yesterday afternoon.

Nor does Joe consult me when he wades into my territory. While the grass is growing very long in some sections of the lawn due to his enthusiastic fertilizing, it has been scorched in many others. With undulating green, yellow and brown sections, the lawn looks like its wearing army camouflage. I pray it recovers quickly from Joe's care and interest.

Scorched earth aside, there are some bright spots in my garden. This 'Bowl of Beauty' peony for example.

And my 'Weeping Robinia' tree is spectacular this year.

As many of you know, Joe and I are doing our very first home exchange this summer. We are swapping houses with a lovely couple from Somerset, England. We leave for the UK in a month. We are frantically doing all the little jobs around the house that should have been done months/years ago. Like cleaning our window screens. The screens are now so dust-free you can't even see them!

Joe spent some time on Sunday touching up all the dings in the stucco incurred during our house renovation.

After all that gruelling work we needed a break, so we drove down to Howe Sound to walk along the shoreline. I never grow tired of staring at the Stawamus Chief.

We stopped in at our local nursery 'On The Farm' for some ice cream.

And who did we meet? Our friend Melissa who works on The Farm.

When we got home from the nursery, there was a message on our answering machine with an invitation from friends to come for dinner. And to bring our bathing suits as they had just opened their pool. Dinner? Swimming? Didn't have to ask me twice!