2 February 2008
Candlemas Day/Imbolc/Groundhog Day
“As I look around me, a bright sky I see, and a shadow beside me.
Six more weeks of winter it will be!”
These are the immortal words of one Punxsutawney Phil, spoken this morning in the small town in Pennsylvania for which he is named. And his forecast would have been the same today, had he been in Arlington, Texas. It was in fact, a beautiful, sunny day, here.
That made it a perfect day for getting out and doing . . . something! Kyle had soccer practice in the morning, and for an afternoon activity, we decided to head to the Rahr Brewery to meet some friends and enjoy some yummy free beer. We’ve written about this here in The Daily KRuMB before, so there’s probably no need for details. But, we met half a dozen or so friends out there and had a great afternoon. For many of our friends, this is their final Saturday of “freedom” until after Scarborough Renaissance Festival ends. Orientation is next Saturday, and they’ll be in workshops every weekend ’til opening.
Right around the corner from the brewery is a neighbourhood of beautiful older homes—some mission style, some Cape Cods, and quite a few big old “painted ladies”—Victorians and Queen Anne’s like this one I chose to photograph. I took pictures at the Rahr, and later at the pool table at Baker Street, but I love the subject matter of this one so much, I decided to use it, instead. Homes like this talk to me . . .<sigh>
After the folks at Rahr reminded everyone it was time to go away, we said our goodbyes, and went further west and met Terrill for some pool—I had never played nine-ball before. Fun. But, of course, I’m not really very good. I sure am grateful for my childhood years with a pool table in the basement family room, though! Because of that, at least I’m not completely hopeless.
We made a much needed grocery store run on the way home, and should be able to avoid doing that particular dreaded errand again, for another couple of weeks. We even bought things like meat . . . and fruit . . . real food!
I know it isn’t really spring, despite the temperature, and we might actually be in for six more weeks of winter, like the little guy says, but I’m hoping for another beautiful day tomorrow.
~MB
Oh yes, this does it for me as well… beautiful. It seems to have it’s own personality that beckons us home…
Lisa