Where Globe-Trotting meets Beach-Combing
Our best farm box yet from Farm Table could not have come at a better time. Here we are, quarantined and contagious with strep throat, when into our doldrums drops a box of blueberries (Eloise’s favorite), corn (Isaac’s favorite), tomatoes (my favorite), peaches (everyone’s favorite), plus zucchini, potatoes, crisp lettuce, onions, carrots, and maybe some…
Isaac declined to celebrate Tanabata with Eloise. July 7th is Tanabata in Japan. The Star Festival celebrates the love of a princess and cattleman who were forbidden to see each other. But once a year, a bridge spans the Milky Way and they can be together for a moment. You can celebrate by going to…
Nine months of ELOISE! Chris, Isaac and I celebrated our baby girl with a trip to the ZOO. Eloise loves to eat as of about a month and a half ago. She started eating everything while we were in Texas and hasn’t looked back. The only thing she doesn’t like is squeezy-pack chicken stuff. Yuk….
Isaac hated the beach at nine months. Eloise thinks it’s nice. We continued our Independence Day celebrations by skipping nap time after church today and proceeding to the beach at Cape Henry on the Fort Story base. Cape Henry is where some Englishmen from the Virginia Company erected a cross in 1607 or something here…
It’s not even 10pm and we are obviously in for the night. Today we mowed the lawn, BBQed with neighbors, ate burgers and pie, thanked God for our free nation and for our food, killed at least three dozen nasty flies, sang the national anthem, and listened to Isaac’s made up national anthem. Chris, Isaac…
And now we’ll take a little break from our vacation coverage to bring you these two little cuties. Yesterday Chris and I took them swimming at the much-touted waterslide Gator pool and splash area at the Little Creek base. I didn’t realize how much fun was had until both kids crashed for colossal naps. It’s…
The tractor engine was running. I pulled on Mrs. Marsh’s farm boots and slipped into one of her rain coats. My dad cuddled Eloise on the first hay bale; Isaac—still mid-meltdown—clung to my mom. I sat in between, Mrs. Marsh sat in the back, and Mr. Marsh pushed the tractor into gear. Our hayride circled…
