Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

~Albert Camus

Colouring Gone Crazy

Recently, we were in the car for quite a while and the girls had the usual bag full of things to keep them thoroughly distracted. There were books, stuffed "buddies", snacks and colouring supplies. Brooklyn, a great traveller, settled in with a book and Rosie got some markers and paper. It was generally quiet in the back seat so Sean and I spent time catching up, finishing thoughts we hadn't been able to finish yet, listening to music and watching the prairies pass by. From where I sat, I couldn't get a clear view of Rosie but she seemed to be quite enthralled in her art project. When we arrived home, we realised why she was so captivated. She had been colouring "Purple Baby" green and then she had moved on to her face, legs, arms and anything else she could reach. She is very thorough. "Sorry, Mommy," she said with that impish smile on her face. ~Mandy

Rosie Roslyn Joy

Usually Rosie will not stand still long enough for me to even focus the camera let alone get a picture. This one turned out so well. It captures her essence somehow. I just love our wee Rosie. She is the most cheerful, independent, loving, determined little 2 year old. My favourite Rosie "isms" are "ME do it myself - me a big girl" and "Oh, Mommy. Me think you're funny."

~Mandy

Rosie was in a pink bow mood so she went with two ponytails complete with adornments. She requested her bunny (Bunky) have the same treatment. So, trying to frantically get out the door with two small children, I stopped to put bows on bunny ears.

My sweet Brookie giving me her "just take the picture, mom" smile. Love the rainbow bling and many "buddies". ~Mandy

The Faceoff

Moments after this picture was taken, the dog attacked the fence, leaving both our girls in tears and terror. Sometimes fences do make good neighbours!

This is the view from the grid road on the outskirts of Caronport. It is my view as I run in the mornings, which I find at times dull and at times strangely comforting.

The grid road leading away from the highway: wheatfields as far as the eye can see to your right and Caronport to your left. Yes, those are trees.

My prairie girls. Brooklyn will often turn to me when we are walking or driving around here and say, "Mommy, it is so beautiful!" I don't always agree with her but she reminds me that beauty is all around us. We must choose to see it. I love her for this. ~Mandy