I have precious little in the way of pictures to share. It seems that I have forgotten to take them which, if I am self-analyzing, is probably a good thing. Enjoying something through the lens of your camera is less inspiring than actually enjoying that thing.
After my last post, Margaret’s soccer team ended up in 2nd place, losing to a very strong Cranbrook Team. They went on the road again soon after, to Creston this time, and over a rainy and cold weekend, they managed to place 1st. A fantastic result and she is over the moon at their team’s success this year, securing a spot at the provincials in Vancouver again. She also got to spend the night away from home with her teammates in Creston, one of my favourite places on Earth. Lucky girl. She came back soooo tired, but very happy. The picture below is from the Cranbrook tournament. Margaret is the spec closest to the camera, wearing #17.
A week later, Lizzie and I were off to Edmonton for her volleyball team’s provincial tournament. They are a few rungs down from the Division 1 ranking of her old Fernie team, but there was some great volleyball being played just the same. I again, took no pictures, but spent the majority of my time scoring games so I have an excuse this time at least. Lucky for me, their is a team chat and a photo spot for everyone else to load their pictures so I am not entirely without. Her team had a fantastic result, snagging the silver medal for the tournament. Lizzie also was named an All Star which, in my biased opinion, was well deserved. She left it all on the court.
Mary has taken up the bass guitar with the school band, naturally segueing from her acoustic guitar. The school, apparently, won’t let you play the guitar in band if you don’t already know how to play. Seems a bit counter to the intention of taking band, but lucky for Mary. She was one of a couple of kids who qualified. The Bass guitar is a bit heavy, and now we are proud owners of an amp, but she is enjoying it. It has added electronic joy to her musical instrument choice and her guitar lessons are taking on a bit of new flavour.
Mary, never to be left out of sport, has also rejoined her club soccer team, playing both the house league and development league since both are short players. One day a week, they scrimmage with the boys team and her first night of practice was one of those nights. She was worried she wouldn’t know anyone, but that’s silly. Mary knows everybody and true enough, there were no strangers on either team. She had a great time and the coaches are thrilled to have her back. We have a tournament already on the books for her in a couple of weeks in Invermere.
The living room grow op is truly taking over now, with the cucumber sprouting cucumbers, and I have trailing vines of flowers that are quickly going to outgrow their welcome. Thankfully, it looks like the weather is finally turning and we might have a chance at actually planting something outside! GASP! Jeff kidnapped the rhubarb yesterday and planted it out without permission, and did the same to the brussels sprouts. I think he’s trying to tell me something… We did direct sow some carrots, beets, radishes and chard last week, and I’ll be putting the runner beans in the ground this week. The garlic looks less than happy, but I am hopeful that it will perk up with the warmer days. The rhubarb that we had in the old garden patch, got a lift and replanted closer to the house. We’ll see how long that lasts…the garden hasn’t found its forever home yet, but so far the plants are being good sports. We also received our delivery of horseradish and raspberry canes from a farm that is near-ish (Creston area I think). Jeff is contemplating the best location for this year, knowing full well it will probably change next year with the landscaping still to be figured out.
From here we are juggling volleyball that morphs into beach volleyball next week, soccer tournaments, and a boat load of work that we have volunteered for on the house. It is a very busy time but all good. We’re taking a moment here and there to sit and watch some of the sport, but sometimes it is just drop and run. I feel like a broken record, but some day it will slow down and we will miss all of this crazy. Right?