I think it is safe to say that the big boom of digital photography has really wreaked havoc on photo album collections around the world. I, for one, am no exception… During my school days, I was the one who brought my point and shoot film camera to school every day. My collection of albums from days . . .
It was a Farmer's Market first birthday for Henry, surrounded by family, friends, and fresh food! We couldn't have asked for a better day to party hard in our front yard for all of Rideau Lakes to see. Luckily it wasn't the hottest day, and I had been watching the shade move around yard for a solid . . .
Here we are again, at the end of strawberry season. I'm sad to say, we almost missed it completely, however, we were lucky they hung on for one more humid July week. We were away on family vacation in the east coast last week. The strawberries hadn't started there, but they were in full bloom (if . . .
A few weeks into September we packed the family into the car and headed to Wynn Farms to fill our basket full of apples. Last year was the first time both Olive and I had ever gone apple picking at an orchard. I had picked apples for many many years from the old apple tree that my grandparents . . .
The leaves are falling and the temperature is dropping. I'm finding myself not looking forward to winter as I usually do. The thought of hibernating for the winter scares me. I'm trying to hang on to summer through my photo album! I have a confession. We are surrounded by strawberry fields in . . .
I still remember the butterflies, the nervous knot in my stomach. I remember watching the hours count down as we curled my hair and fastened my shoes. I remember the love and the tears and the laughter. I remember the overwhelming feeling as the doors opened and the cameras flashed. I remember the . . .