A parade and flowers

In one night, our thick patch of leaves and stems blossomed into a patch of flowers. I had sincerely harbored fears that, despite the literally hundreds of seeds my children planted, not one of them would manage to sprout. It's a good thing I'm not in charge of this stuff.



We also celebrate the Bear Paw festival this weekend. It kicks off with a carnival and a parade, the very parade where Sarah Palin shook my hand two years ago. How things have changed in that short time! Here are some pictures and film footage.






Bethany sneaked a lollipop from the stroller's recesses and thoroughly enjoyed it, strange as it was. Father Eric, shown above, flung holy water at people!