Bringing Joy to Parker

This afternoon, Joy and I headed to Parker for the last school pickup of the year.

We met Daniel and Anna in the lobby . . .

and Joy commented that it was her first time being inside Parker.

Daddy and I have been there for teacher conferences,

I worked as a Parker sub for a few months last year,

and Daniel and Anna obviously know their way around there.

Somehow it never occurred to me that Joy hadn't even been inside

a school that feels so familiar to most of our family.

With the lobby tour complete,

Joy and I drove Daniel home while Anna

went on an end-of-school outing with some friends.

Good thing we had an umbrella in the van that she could borrow 

for the soggy walk to Ruby Donuts.

Coral Bells and a Lime Zinger

One of my favorite plants . . .

. . . is an ornamental oregano called "Kent's Beauty."

I usually don't bother planting annuals that won't survive the winter,

but I'm a sucker for this one because its blooms are so unique.

I've also decided to liven up our mailbox area

with some hardy perennials like coral bells . . .

. . . a few interesting sedums (like this "Lime Zinger") . . .

. . . and a mallow plant.

In the past, I figured that at least the flowerbeds out by the road

might be safe from adorable, landscape-devouring woodland creatures.

'Cuz the cars and dog walkers would scare them away, right?

Then I saw this guy hop out of my neighbor's bushes next to Rosie

(who is blooming like crazy--yay!).

I guess I should just assume if I plant anything that rabbits find tasty,

it's going to get chomped no matter where it is in our yard.

Hopefully this one isn't hungry for a rose bush salad.

Looking Fierce in a Fancy Dress

Joy heard that a local library

was hosting a flamenco demonstration today,

and she asked if I wanted to come along and watch it with her.

Sure! Why not?

We learned that this Spanish style of dancing

can be performed sitting or standing,

and it's as much about sound as movement.

The performers played castanets . . .

. . . and danced on wooden boards so we could hear every time

their special shoes struck the floor.

Their demonstration was fun to watch,

and I came away half tempted to sign up for flamenco lessons . . .

. . . but I probably smile too much.

Whether Spaniards are dancing or fighting bulls,

there seems to be a rule that the performers

have to look really fierce.

Actually, I might be willing to look fierce for a little while,

if I got to wear a dress like that.

Birb Spaghetti

After dinner this evening . . .

. . . we headed over to Todd's school . . .

. . . to check out some of the artwork

he and his classmates have made this year.

Like paper mache ice cream cones . . .

. . . and ceramic paint tubes.

Todd decided to dub his mixed-media masterpiece

"Birb Spaghetti Gold and Saucy Red."

Because, you know, Cici.

The Albumblatt Is Prettier Than It Sounds

Our piano teacher hosted her annual student recital yesterday.

Todd played a couple minuets by J. S. Bach . . .

. . . and Anna performed a beautiful song with an ugly name:

"Albumblatt Opus 66."

Apparently, "albumblatt" is German for "album leaf,"

and it means a short, instrumental composition.

That's all well and good, but to our un-German ears,

the word sounds like someone gagging.

It felt a little strange to not see Daniel's name on the program this year.

Daniel decided to stop taking formal piano lessons a few months ago,

but he still plays the piano almost daily--

a mix of old favorites, new pieces he's polishing, and his own compositions.

He says he may start lessons again someday,

but for now I'm glad he enjoys the piano so much

that he keeps honing his skills and learning new songs.

A Little Help from My Friend

A while back, I purchased some woodworking plans on Etsy . . .

. . . to build a planter box . . .

. . . that holds five-gallon buckets.

Woo-hoo! Bucket garden upgrade!

My carpentry skills are somewhat limited,

but my friend Jean loves to help with carpentry projects and yard work,

so she happily volunteered to give me a hand.

She's also helping me tear out the hydrangeas out front,

so I can replace them with something that doesn't look like

a sad bunch of bare sticks for most of the year.

Thank you, Jean!!!

Pirates and Not Owls

The last day of school for Parker seniors

almost has a carnival atmosphere.

The senior class picked a theme 

(this year's group chose an ocean theme--think pirates and mermaids),

then they decorated portions of the school . . .

. . . and this car . . .

. . . and even the younger students

(if you look closely at Anna's cheeks,

you can see that she's been painted with pink "mermaid" glitter).

Incidentally, the balloon Anna's holding 

has nothing to do with the ocean or the seniors.

One of her friends likes to draw creatures that look like owls,

but she insists they are definitely not owls.

Anna asked her friend to teach her how to draw "not owls,"

and the drawing on the balloon is Anna's handiwork.

I'd rather have her bring home a "not owl" than a pirate.

A mermaid might be fun, but we don't have a pool.