Showing posts with label good times. Show all posts
Showing posts with label good times. Show all posts

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Eggcitement on the Bunny Trail

Today was the day for the BIG Easter egg hunt and grandson and granddaughter were all set.

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Sampling treats found in the hunt was the best part — can you tell that she's a chocolate lover ?

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Egg coloring was the next important event with help from Grandpa as it was her first time.

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Granddaughter has as much color on her hands as on the eggs; her brother is more experienced.

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All in an afternoon's fun . . .

Colored eggs

Sunday, May 27, 2012

More Good Times

This has been a fun few pre-wedding days spent with family. We've had more time with the grandkids.

Grandson had a train day with grandpa Grenville as they visited the Choo Choo Barn train displays and rode the Strasburg Rail Road. While touring the displays, grandson met a new friend and they met again when we all went for a train ride. 

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Afterwards, grandson played in a small playground.

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Granddaughter is a young shopper as she checked out some headwear with mom.

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Does this one look better?

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Later today is the family event — wedding day for the grandkids aunt and her fiancĂ©.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

“Friendship? Yes, Please”

It’s been a quiet weekend for blogging. Contrary to what  some folks may think, we DO take occasional time off from posting and reading blogs. This was one such a weekend.

The above quote is attributed to Charles Dickens and describes our weekend activities. Grenville and I hosted dear friends, Marty & Bob, for an overnight stay at The Frog & PenguINN. In case you didn’t already know it, the F&P is not really a B&B, but the name we affectionately call our home, where friends are always welcome. A few days ago we learned that M & B were planning to stay at a local motel as they had to escape construction dust for health reasons. If you’ve ever done, or had work done in your home, you can understand that there’s always dust.

So, we told invited them to our place. M & B  brought dinner, Grenville baked Italian bread, and I made a salad and banana-nut bread. (Sorry there are no photos of dinner. It was delicious and we got to keep the leftovers!)

This impromptu get-together was great fun – a wonderful afternoon and evening filled with conversation, good food, and games. Thanks to our friends for being  such good company that they feel comfortable enough to always bring their slippers to wear in our home and to eat breakfast in “comfy” clothes (sweats or PJs). In the words of Euripides: One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives. We could not agree more.

Other writers said this of Friendship

A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think aloud.  AND

The only reward of virtue is virtue; the only way to have a friend is to be one. AND

It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them. (Ralph Waldo Emerson)

Be slow in choosing your friends; slower in changing. (Benjamin Franklin)

True happiness consists not in the multitude of friends, but in their worth and choice. (Samuel Johnston)

My friends are my estate. (Emily Dickinson)

It is not so much our friends' help that helps us as the confident knowledge that they will help us. (Epicurus)

Friendship is the only thing in the world concerning the usefulness of which all mankind are agreed. (Cicero)

Friends have all things in common. (Aristotle)

And, to my best friend and love, Grenville, I offer these  observations on friendship . . .best friends (6)

Friendship is a single soul dwellings in two bodies. (Aristotle)

My best friend is the one who brings out the best in me. (Henry Ford)

 

Tomorrow (January 17) is a U.S. federal holiday set aside to commemorate the birthday of non-violence activist, Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., who said of friendship:

In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.

Isn’t that the truth?