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E. I. E. I. O

Andrew has this habit of chalking things up to “being a farm boy at heart” because he “grew up on the prairies” in Saskatchewan. The reality is that he grew up in one of the biggest cities there (maybe the biggest city? the capital city? errrgh, I didn`t really pay attention in geography), Regina, and he pretty much saw the inside of a farm on grade school field trips and spent the remainder of his youth playing video games and hanging out at Manchu Wok in the mall like all other, non-agrarian, Canadian kids. Thomas will have just as much right to the phrase “farm boy at heart” as his father after his three hour adventure to Riverdale Farm in Toronto this past weekend. I sense that this would be Andrew`s kind of farm, smack dab in the middle of a big city with a Starbuck`s within walking distance. Seriously though, it was this amazing space in Cabbagetown that made you feel like you were`t in the city and we had such a great day there. And here`s a whole lotta pictures to prove it!

The windmill. Clearly.

The windmill. Clearly.

Chickery Dickery Doc.

Chickery Dickery Doc.

A very mean Turkey. I`m glad there was a fence between us and his beady little eyes

A very mean Turkey. I`m glad there was a fence between us and his beady little eyes

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Jemimah Puddleduck and friends

Jemimah Puddleduck and friends

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This was the cutest thing ever: the mama would stick her head through this gap and call to her kids........

This was the cutest thing ever: the mama would stick her head through this gap and call to her kids……..

.....who would come over all "What mom? I`m busy"

…..who would come over all “What mom? I`m busy”

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We were getting the real stink eye from this cow.

We were getting the real stink eye from this cow.

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If Henry had his way, he would have been in the pen with the goats

If Henry had his way, he would have been in the pen with the goats

Mendin`fences

Mendin`fences

Being wistful

Being wistful

I liked this little creature the best. We were allowed to pet him and feed him. We took this one home.

I liked this little creature the best. We were allowed to pet him and feed him. We took this one home.

What a fun Mother`s Day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Giving Thanks

I figure that today, Thanksgiving, is the perfect day to start this new project. Given that I am terrrible at writing letters, even worse at making phone calls and am a social media avoider, I wanted a way to document our day to day in a way that I can share with my friends and family who are spread out all over the place. So here we go……..

At our poorly planned (and 90% store bought, ugh), Thanksgiving dinner, I asked A and T what they were thankful for this year. A, was thankful for me and T, how sweet.

It turns out that this guy is thankful for pepperoni. We tried to explain that thanksgiving was about being thankful for your family or friends or sunny days, things like that. He thought long and hard and changed his mind………. he is thankful for corn and bandaids, in no particular order. To each their own I suppose.

This year, I am thankful for my family`s health, for new family members (Hank Hart, Gethyn Beach and Sean Weber), for new marriages (Steph and Jesse) and for an October that still has these amazing dahlia`s growing all over Vancouver.

But mostly I`m thankful for this turkey. And pepperoni.