A miscellany of a luxurious weekend.
A visit to Glen Canyon Park which has me humbled from Queen of SF Wild to Jester…I had no idea it existed until Friday.
This was Fern’s house.
One of SF’s only free-flowing streams.
Fern is following in her Daddy’s architectural footsteps…with some help from Mama.
Ever wonder where Yellow Jackets live? Now you know.
On Saturday we went bowling. This vid instantly became my all time favorite.
Ever wonder who invented bowling? The Egyptians. Now you know. And hopefully you also understand the obscure title to this post.
On Sunday, we went to Ardenwood Farm for their Historic Railroad Festival.
I wanted to get my Coen Brothers on, but Fern vetoed it.
You may remember The Patterson House from my previous posts about Ardenwood.
However, it’s always been closed to the public. Until this weekend.
Step into a golden age with me…
Stained glass windows were designed to look like barn medallions from the midwest.
I wanted so badly to leaf through this scrapbook, but we were commanded not to touch anything.
Which of course I disobeyed by opening this journal. Politeness doesn’t always save the day, Georgia.
Click on this pic to enlarge it…so worth reading. Patsy the canary…aw.
I get all weak in the knees for writing desks and vintage postcards.
The Victorians took the hair of the deceased and made mourning jewelry and sculptures with it.
Again with the bowling theme. See what I did there?
The kids held dances in the attic of the house. Swoon.
They also played bowling in the attic. Poor Mrs. Patterson.
The Great great great great great great great grandparents of the foxes on the farm today.
The tour guide played a record and the sound was glorious. There were kids on the tour who were astounded, never having heard of records. *forehead slap*.
Was that transportive for you? I could have stayed in that house all day.
One more day off. I hope you are playing today and if not…strike down all the pins in your way.