Punkin It’s Black and White Wednesday

Do you remember these?
The pumpkins…not the little girl…I am sure you remember her.  She is the subject of most of my photography. This is mostly because my older children are getting bored with me always “snapping” while I say “wait…I’m not done…one more”.
This is the picture my cousin Anne took the weekend of “the funeral“.
I think Jen bought 17 small pumpkins and 5 large pumpkins that weekend. I remember she told me she bought that many because of  symbolism….One large pumpkin to represent each of my parent’s children and one small pumpkin to represent the grandchildren. 
I can’t remember how many mums she bought that day or even what the significance of the mums were but I know we she bought a load of mums ……maybe it will come back to me one day.
I do remember, I didn’t want to go with her to the store but she insisted. She convinced me she would be dreadfully lost if I didn’t go and she would never find her way back.  
Which was not true…She had a GPS and she lived in the area for years before she moved to California.
I figured out on the way home that day she would have been fine. I was the one who was in danger of being dreadfully lost …and thankfully she was wise enough to see it.  
Jen filled the house with colors of happiness with warm browns, bright oranges and beautiful yellows…. pumpkins, candles and mums in every room. The house looked beautiful that weekend. Just the way our mother and father loved it. 
Back to the reason for the question…..Do you remember these?
When it was time to get rid of all those pumpkins our mother didn’t quite know what to do with them: 
 So these guys
Matthew and Stephen

 took these guys

Brian and Alex
with hammers in hand, along with all the pumpkins out into the field by the compost pile.
They smashed them! 
They had a ball!  hitting them, smashing them, throwing them and watching them explode.   

Then the bees came.

and the compost pile started to flower.
and you know what happened next…
Look Jen!!!
We’re growen punkins BABY!!!
the long road


We had a BIG problem last month when it came to the pool.  I am not saying who caused the problem…I am just saying we had a problem.
Someone dumped a load of mud, dirt and  grass into the pool causing a HUGE muddy mess.
 They were busy for a VERY long time.
In order from left to right….Mary Elizabeth, Nana, Eva, Kathryn, Alex and Brian
Like I said before,
I will not tell who did it. I am just sayin….someone did it.
BUT, if you guess, then YOU are a very good guesser

Just remember….I will NOT tell! So don’t even ask me.

This bit of trouble had us all… shall I say…


We just didn’t know how to clean it all up. 

We tried to vacuum the pool. As we did the mud just kept running through the filters and back into the pool again. It was creating even more of a mess….It was a real big muddy problem.

But, like I said before…I will not say “Whodunit”.
I am just not going to tell you.
Soooo, Don’t ask
I will never tell. 
I am just not like that.

I’m good.
I can keep a secret. 


You are very bad for asking me over and over again when you know I clearly said I wouldn’t tell.
Brian, ((I am not at liberty to say.)) and Alex
My only wish is to protect the innocent.
Anyway, it took a team of us to empty, clean, acid wash and pressure wash the pool.
We worked for TWO days.
The whole pool looked like this.
It will take ONE week to fill the pool back up.
Maybe it is a good thing we have someone watching the house

AT ALL times.

??? WHAT ???

Mother Flaherty, the Stranger and Well……

It is April 1st already and I haven’t even mentioned the play the kids where in:
Blather, Blarney, and Balderdash

 Kathryn, Alex and Brian were in a play with the Home School  Co-op we are a member March 21st.
As in all good Irish Plays: there were Lepricons, Little People
and a very Bossy Mother…Mother Flaherty, whom Kathryn got to play.
Kathryn enjoyed calling her  daughter’s suitor “Boy-O” way to much.
Alex couldn’t keep a straight face when he saw a fly that could play a violin and Brian….
Mmmm…..He was not that interested and really didn’t see the need to stay on the stage.
Alex couldn’t keep his eyes off the fly…..And Kathryn well…
Do you hear her thinking “Amateurs” in this picture?
I’m just sayin.