So tired!

Supervising is such hard work!

She tried to keep her eyes open, but they just kept closing on their own.

And I'm sleepy, too. I walked in the snow for 3 hours today. In and on it; by tonight, it has frozen hard enough to walk on the surface, barely leaving a mark. And now I'm going to bed.

Goodnight!

Stretched and frazzled

I've been doing a bit too much this week; this is how I'm feeling.

String, my daughter's garden, June, 2009

I'm going to have to take a break. I'll be back Monday, rarin' to go.

Reflection in a Rain Bucket

Rainwater for the garden, unneeded in this cool weather, sits in an old 5-gallon pail.

Above the porch and vines, a grey, cloudy sky.

We've been partying, celebrating a granddaughter's engagement. It turns out that his side of the family is as musical as hers; the afternoon turned into a lively jam session, with three generations of two extended families on guitars, violincello, harmonicas, accordion, piano and banjo, doing Golden Oldies from one end of the 20th century to the other. They even had Laurie and I singing along!

I'm too tired to get up the energy to go to bed. Maybe I'll just put my head down on the desk here ...

Ceci n'est pas un post

I really overdid it today. I'm too tired to blog. I'm looking at our photos with my eyes shut.

This is not a post.

Here's a stopgap:

And goodnight!