I was working on finding photos for the Bananalets' portfolios and am both shocked and sorry to see I have neglected to post about Melrose's spring adventures. We had several outings to which he was invited.
Here he is trying on the Steelers' One for the Thumb ring. Don't you think it suits him?
And he enjoyed his ride on the incline plane too much to get a photo of himself on it. It rather looks like the Neighborhood of Make-Believe gone hillside to me:
The little monkey wanted very much indeed to try sitting on this metal lawn chair in the midst of an artsy pond. He was pretty sure I could tie a string to him and toss him right onto it but I had some petty concern about being bodily escorted out of the conservatory and disinvited to ever return. Also, it totally fails to look comfortable to me especially the woven metal pillow. Apparently comfort is not a consideration in matters of artsyness.
Loyal readers will recall Melrose has been bold enough to sit in their banana plant on previous visits. :)
I also want to add this one for the, ahem, special squirrel lover in my life:
and this one just because I think God does such amazing work on the pattern:
Good news! It appears Ken Sande will be coming out with a new version of The Peacemaker aimed at cartoon characters.
They have run a test training with the folks at the Hello Kitty place (Sanrio) and Miffy in the Netherlands and it has been successful, as the bunnies worked out their issues to the benefit of the tsunami victims in Japan.
I am proud of the bunnies involved, but not surprised at all. I have always known Kitty White is the Ambassador of Peace and Goodwill. That whole thing with her having no mouth just makes her the ideal peacemaker. At least at our place.
I used to plant lots of tomatoes and basil. That was before the addition of Leah, the border collie mix and a terror to gardening. Last summer we were sadly tomatoless. This summer Devastatingly Handsome and I decided to try the crazy upside down tomato system.
So, Saturday, we Did It. We took the unreversible step (I am not big on unreversible) of cutting the coco matting in the hanging baskets. We threaded the plants. We hung them. We added lots of compost. And we looked at how completely absurd they are hanging upside down and thought about Acts 17:6 ~ they dragged Jason and some of the brothers before the city authorities, shouting, “These men who have turned the world upside down..." and thought about how it can be a Good Thing to look absurd.
And now, today, less than 48 hours later, look at them.
Already the leaves have turned to face the sun. And the stems are beginning to grow up toward it... just as we are called to. I hope they bear much fruit... just as I hope we bear much fruit (for the point of this post, we will skip the whole fruit/vegetable thing, ok? Paul did not talk about bearing vegetables.)
Ecclesiastes 11:7 ~Light is sweet, and it is pleasant for the eyes to see the sun. And even pleasanter to keep looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God.
Miss Humble let me know I should do a post about her since she has just graduated, although I know the right way is "has been graduated" and she hasn't yet, anyhow, as she still has 1 paper, 10 Spanish lessons, 1 portfolio to assemble, and 1 evaluation to go.
She wants me to be sure to mention how "smart; beautiful; talented; (here I started opening my blogpage for this post) friendly; fun to be around; love of my life, of course I'm probably the second love of your life cause your hubby is in the, well, in the second party; and just overall wonderful daughter to have and cherish."
Surely we are not the only family that has been Veggieized?
VeggieTales were new when the Bananalets were little and so we know the oldest ones quite well.
Every now and then I notice it. I cannot hear the story of the fall of Jericho without thinking about purple slushies. And today I told Miss Dog Lover she is loyal and she immediately responded with "Like a pea. 'The end.'"
I knew you would want to see where Barbie was spotted in our hospital's parking lot (Mr Music had to get his knee X-rayed to check for Osgood Schlatter disease. Seems Osgood could have kept it for himself).