Lynn's Comments: I think the first woodworking project Katie and her dad did together was a birdhouse. She loved the workshop and wanted to know how everything was used.
Lynn's Comments: When Kate had an idea, she went ahead with plans and determination. Whether it was from paper, wood, plastic or wire, if she could find the materials, she could make just about anything.
Lynn's Comments: Kate did this!
Lynn's Comments: Kate was as at home in the workshop as I was in the kitchen.
Lynn's Comments: This scenario never changes. Here we are in 2019, with all of the new synthetics and brand name winter duds and east coast kids still hit the snow in summer clothing. Here on the warm wet coast, however, one can see the biggest parkas waiting in line for the bus. Go figure!
Lynn's Comments: This was done at a time when we were reading about and seeing terrible riots on TV. Nothing changes. As recently as last week, I was watching young people on the news preparing to protest and thinking how lucky we are to be living in Canada.
Lynn's Comments: Apropos of making a pet’s meals as attractive as ours: There’s a commercial on now which shows the contents of a can of cat food neatly positioned on a plate with savoury flecks of something-or-other glinting deliciously from the sides. It looks like a gourmet treat. I had a pampered cat once and I made the mistake of heating up her dinner. Bad idea. It doesn’t matter how good a can of pet food looks, the smell is still…emetic.
Lynn's Comments: When my son was teething, I got tired of the mushy residue left after the available teething biscuits had been gummed. I had a dog (Farley) at the time, and in desperation, I gave Aaron a dog biscuit. He liked it. Dog biscuits became our teething chew of choice. Maybe there’s an invention here for an enterprising mom!
Lynn's Comments: This was a strip that warmed a lot of hearts, and was one that I was particularly proud of. If it weren’t for particles in the air, sunbeams wouldn’t show up. This is one of the rare instances when one can appreciate dust!
Lynn's Comments: Our Farley, the real one, was hard to handle. We took him to dog training classes and worked hard to make the lessons stick…but the only things that stuck to Farley were burrs and briars from the ravine behind our house. He considered himself a free spirit, and there were times I’d have given him away—for free.