Before Clara was born, Ian and I went camping a few times each summer. We really missed it, and now that Clara is 4 years old, we figured it was time to go as a family. So this past Friday, we packed our car to the max and headed for Pinery Provincial Park for a couple nights under the stars (or more accurately, a couple nights on an air mattress inside a huge tent – don’t judge).
Despite nasty weather (overcast and cold), Clara LOVED camping. Playing in the tent, cooking outside, building a campfire… even filling a bucket from the water tap was fascinating to her. She is a city kid after all, so camping was quite the novelty! Of course it wouldn’t be a camping trip without s’mores, which Clara called “outside sandwiches”. I told her it was like a sandwich with a special cookie cracker, marshmallow and chocolate, and you eat it outside… so “outside sandwich” it was!
Pinery is a gorgeous park with lots of hiking and biking trails, and beautiful beaches (including fresh water sand dunes that reminded me of the East Coast). It’s too bad that the weather was so gross. Overall, we think the weekend was a success, and can’t wait to go camping again in July.
The Toronto Flower Market now makes its home much closer to me – at 659 Queen Street East in Riverside. Their next monthly event is this Sunday, June 14. I went last month and picked up the gorgeous dahlias and freesias in the picture above.
The market always features whatever is in season, so you know what that means… peonies!!! My friend Rosie tells me her adorable flower truck, Qt, will be full of beautiful white peonies for you to pick up. Hot tip – get there early. The market opens at 10am, and the early bird gets the flower. Or however that’s supposed to go.
I was in Ottawa for the last 24 hours with Camp Tech. I had a couple hours to kill before my flight home, so I checked out the Tulip Festival. It’s so beautiful! Here are some pics of my favourites. Some of them don’t even look like tulips, like the Yellow Pomponettes. And some have funny names like Sensual Touch. Gorgeous. If you get a chance to check it out, I highly recommend!
Lately Ian has been doing more than his fair share of the parenting duties as I’ve had a lot of work commitments. So to even the scales a little bit, and have some precious time with Clara (who is just shy of 4 years old), we had a girls-only date on Saturday.
We spent the afternoon at the TIFF Lightbox, having lunch at Canteen (we both had mac and cheese with bacon lardons… so yummy), watching The Little Mermaid on the big screen, and then checking out the DigiPlaySpace exhibit. It was so much fun. Highly recommended!
There’s a seismic monitoring station in Ecuador known as Casa del Arbo (“The Treehouse”). It has a rickety swing hanging from one of the tree branches, and it swings over a 100 foot drop. No harness, no net, or any other safety feature. The swing is commonly known as “the swing at the edge of the world.”
Would you swing on it? I don’t know if I would!
via Atlas Obscura. Top photo by David Silo, bottom left photo unknown credit, bottom right photo by Adam Rifkin.
My dog Isabel is a Border Collie/Australian Shepherd crossed with something small. I think she’s part Corgi because she’s so long and short. Whatever she is, she LOVES snow. Here’s a video of her running in the fresh snow earlier today. Makes me smile.
Okay, not really. I’m not Danish at all. But I have been hearing a lot about a Danish concept recently. I’ve seen a bunch of articles all about hygge, the concept of well-being/cozy/social/friendly/warm-ness that is a central part of Danish culture, particularly in the winter. The more definitions of hygge that I read make me think this isn’t just a strategy for getting through long, cold winters… it’s a way of life (this is the best definition of hygge I’ve read). And it sounds a lot like how I live my life (prioritizing time spent with friends and family, warmth, comfort, art, good food, drink, conversation, etc). Now I really want to go to Denmark and experience hygge first-hand.
[the blurry photos above are from an evening spent with my best friends, in the yurt at the Ceili Cottage in the middle of winter. It doesn’t get much more hygge than that]