Sunday, June 09, 2013
Appreciation.
June 9, Havre de Grace.
Big lunch offered by the Circus Fans Association of America, Tent 178, today in the cookhouse. Thank you!
Big lunch offered by the Circus Fans Association of America, Tent 178, today in the cookhouse. Thank you!
Friday, June 07, 2013
Drenched.
Tropical storm Andrea has been drenching us too and Marshall has to hold an umbrella all show long to protect the music computer, and himself with it, as the tent is showing some wear.
Strawberry angels.
June 7, New Oxford.
A small neatly tied sheaf of strawberry shoots and fruits was nestled in the lush foliage of my strawberry plant this morning, hidden were it not for the bright red of the fruits, awaiting but my awakening.
I have been wondering about the apparition all day long.
The delicious red of the tiny fruit was matched by the string that tied them up.
A small neatly tied sheaf of strawberry shoots and fruits was nestled in the lush foliage of my strawberry plant this morning, hidden were it not for the bright red of the fruits, awaiting but my awakening.
I have been wondering about the apparition all day long.
The delicious red of the tiny fruit was matched by the string that tied them up.
A cake and a song.
June 6, Hagerstown.
We celebrated Fridman's birthday after the shows, with a lemon cake and a song, and it was good.
We celebrated Fridman's birthday after the shows, with a lemon cake and a song, and it was good.
Thursday, June 06, 2013
Wednesday, June 05, 2013
Christian (circus portrait series.)
Christian asked me to take a picture of him with the new suit he bought at the thrift store.
Into the east.
June 4, Olney.
We've made our entry into the East Coast with our annual stop in Olney for two days, and we are still on the same beautiful lot as always, even though it looked like it was slated for development last year. The old, dizzyingly tall trees ringing the tent are as just as majestic as I remember them, and more, for there is my tree passion freshly renewed, and so this already looks like the circus season of the trees, after the seasons of the historic houses. I find myself looking up everywhere I go, trying to identify the trees, and giving them silent reverence. We are not parked as well as the years before though, when it felt as if we had our own private yard under the canopy to settle under for a morning coffee.
The traffic was horrible on the jump this morning, and I found myself madly gripping the stirring wheel for two hour straight. We made our annual trip to the thrift store on the lot after home school and got more books, and the perfect white shirts to finish off what I had already found at other thrift stores for Dylan and Nicolas wardrobe.
We've made our entry into the East Coast with our annual stop in Olney for two days, and we are still on the same beautiful lot as always, even though it looked like it was slated for development last year. The old, dizzyingly tall trees ringing the tent are as just as majestic as I remember them, and more, for there is my tree passion freshly renewed, and so this already looks like the circus season of the trees, after the seasons of the historic houses. I find myself looking up everywhere I go, trying to identify the trees, and giving them silent reverence. We are not parked as well as the years before though, when it felt as if we had our own private yard under the canopy to settle under for a morning coffee.
The traffic was horrible on the jump this morning, and I found myself madly gripping the stirring wheel for two hour straight. We made our annual trip to the thrift store on the lot after home school and got more books, and the perfect white shirts to finish off what I had already found at other thrift stores for Dylan and Nicolas wardrobe.
Monday, June 03, 2013
Sunday, June 02, 2013
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