The Whitethorn Fire Department held a dinner dance to raise money for a building they need. The phrase dinner dance can bring a lot of images to mind, but most of them wouldn't quite match this one. A friend of ours got two tables and bought tickets for a few of us, which was incredibly generous, both to us and the Fire Dept. I ate two of the biggest ribs I've ever seen; having to skip the chicken to do them justice. There were desserts by the eyeful; I only tasted one that was something like cheesecake, pie and regular cake, lemony, tart and sweet all at once. I have no idea what it was called, but it was good!
|The Lost Coast Marimba band. I'm not sure how many hand made instruments |
they used but they sounded like home turf to me.
Here's a few seconds of them playing.
They were the first band up - a great start to a really fun time!
|This little one reminded me of Helena, not so long ago.|
|Yep, that's my boy (standing next to Pippi Longstocking)|
|The dance was held at Whitethorn Lumber, where this old tree made good seating.|
|Sometimes, common is incredibly rare.|
|This blossom is exactly like our aloe blossom, but the plant is much more grassy looking.|
|Mama calling in her young turkey babies.|
|A woman Elijah knows makes these and gave him this one. |
I've been looking at it for three years now and still find new bits that I didn't notice before.
But now the sun is out and the day will warm up. Shorts will replace sweat pants, a t-shirt will emerge from the long sleeves and jacket. Life is good. Especially when I am warm.
Have a teasingly temperate Tuesday! Do something tangy.