You are currently browsing the tag archive for the ‘family’ tag.

Huzzah!! Today my mom Lesa and I set off on our great cycling tour of the Lake District in England. We are thrilled and excited, anticipating a few big hills, hearty pub meals, cozy B&Bs, and bucolic views. Mom’s looking forward to trying an English breakfast, and I’m looking forward to buying Mom a Guinness!

We’ll be taking off soon from Logan airport for a quick hop across the pond to London, then it’s a three-or-so hour train ride up to Penrith where we’ll bus it over to Keswick. Our flight leaves here at 18:40 but we won’t arrive in Keswick until about 17:00 GMT (12:00 EST) tomorrow. We’re in for a long day but we’re chuffed. That’s “stoked” or “thrilled” to all you Yankees — I’ve been trying to teach Mummy some British words, like “cheers” for “thank you” and “quid” for “dollars”. She doesn’t much like when I say “bollocks” or “wanker” but I’m hoping by the end of our trip she’ll bust out with loud “buggar”.

Check back in with us as we cycle our way around the north west Lake District’s fells, dales and becks.

20110722-153420.jpg

But until then, Tally Ho! See you in the Lakes!!

xx

Advertisements

Would that it was snowing right this moment, blanketing the world with the fluffy, white, winter-y stuff.  I would go outside with Gordon and Mark and make tracks and angels and snowballs.

It is not actually snowing here in Boston town, nor is it in the forecast (although I’m sure we’re in for a good Nor’Easter soon.  It is, after all, New England).  Yet it is snowing here on L.P.E.  A beautiful quiet whisper of snow coming down ever so softly. The snow on L.P.E. is not cold and doesn’t blow away.  It doesn’t sting your face and you can’t catch it on your tongue.  But my hope is that it conjures up good feelings and leaves you thinking fondly of winter white holidays and happy childhood memories.  And hopefully it makes you smile.

Snow snow snow snow SNOOOOOOW.

It won’t be long before we’ll all be there with snow

Snow…
I want to wash my hands, my face and hair with snow

Snow
I long to clear a path and lift a spade of snow…
Snow
Oh, to see a great big man entirely made of snow

Where it’s snowing
All winter through
That’s where I want to be

Snowball throwing
That’s what I’ll do

How I’m longing to ski
Through the snow-oh-oh-oh-oh

Those glist’ning houses that seem to be built of snow
Snow

Oh, to see a mountain covered with a quilt of snow

What is Christmas with no snow
No white Christmas with no snow
Snow

I’ll soon be there with snow

I’ll wash my hair with snow
And with a spade of snow
I’ll build a man that’s made of snow
I’d love to stay up with you but I recommend a little shuteye
Go to sleep

And dream … Of snow.

Hmmm… Me thinks it’s time for a giveaway!

Write your favorite snow memory in the comments, and I’ll send one lucky reader a sweet little surprise!

 

 

(The lyrics and song “Snow”, from the movie White Christmas, are © 1953, Erving Berlin)

 

Calendar

September 2017
S M T W T F S
« Dec    
 12
3456789
10111213141516
17181920212223
24252627282930

Enter your email address to subscribe to LPE and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 358 other followers

Copy, content, and images (unless otherwise attributed) are © 2013 by the authors and artists at LPE. Permission is required for any reuse.