Our Mighty Fine Neighbors

One really nice thing about living a few yards away from people you adore and having a nice camera is that when the once-in-awhiles happen at their house you can zip over while the broccoli is steaming  and brush shoulders for  a minute.  That happened today. Dewey’s marrying, Molly’s graduating and Sunday dinner must be had.

1 – 2 – 3 – shots are important, of course.  But the stories that happen before and during the shoot can be fun too.  For instance, no one said “Now, look at the Baby!”  But . . .
Everyone looks at the Baby.  And no wonder -

She’s a magnet.

“Of Course!” says she

Knock, Knock

Who’s there?

Mary.

Mary who?

Marry Me!

It is official – Neil and Caitlin will tie the knot July 20 (I think).  It all happened last night involving a little trickery, a 4-wheel mountain face drive, binoculars, and a “MARRY ME’ sign.




Ah!  Let the wedding games, errr,  plans, begin.  Yay for smiles and grins and laughing and dreams and plans and commitment and rings  and popping the question.  “Of course!” was her answer.

A Day At the Fair

We spent a fun day at the Renaissance Festival last Friday. Becky and I, however, were wondering all day what pirates and gypsies and belly dancers  had to do with the  Renaissance.



  

   

Raspberry Beginnings

They’re starting.  Those dry-looking sticks standing bleak and bare during the winter are starting to come to life again.  It’s one of those events I never tire of.  They’ve been thinned, watered, weeded, ‘ironed’ (chelated iron applied because, while there is plenty of the stuff in our Utah soil, the canes cannot use it.  It’s a chemical thing, and Science Rules, therefore, we apply).  We never had to work this hard for glorious raspberries in British Columbia, did we Mom?  Yet, it is a pleasure, this working and hoping for another bumper crop of the beautiful and delicious gems.

  
And all through the hours I was dreaming of doing this – making some homemade raspberry ice cream.  Diet? What diet?  Diet move aside, there are raspberries and cream to be savored here.

In-A-Bag Ice Cream
2 Tablespoons sugar
1 Cup half and half (We used whole milk)
1 tsp. vanilla
Mix together and place in a pint zip lock bag.  Place little bag in a quart size zip lock bag along with 1/2 cup rock salt (table salt will do) and about 5 cups ice. Shake and roll (gently) for 5-10 min.  Rinse the little bag before you open it and eat.  Now you can also add whatever strikes your fancy, or leave it in its pure, delicious vanilla form.  Our flavor of the day – Last years ruby-red treasures still lingering in our freezer.  Come on over!  We’ll make another batch just for you.
 


Happy raspberry canes, happy twins, happy me.

Devon Is Movin’ On

Here are a few more images of the Handsome Devon.  Senior Sessions  have got to be my favorite shoots.  Sometime I’ll have to do an essay blog about it.  But, really, a pictures is worth a thousand words, so enjoy these images (instead of a lengthy essay) of this wonderful young man/cowboy/basketball player/horseman/brother/. . . .



Some of the relatives crossed my view too.
 
 

Senior Guy(s)

Man!  These Senior guys are great in front of a camera.  Here’s a tiny slice of yesterday’s photo shoot with them. 

Wranglers, a mustang, and a hat.  Love Devon’s western gear.
    

Had to have a few more images of the Josh before  the big G-Day.


   
And a little JRR Tolkien