Any regular reader of Cute Overload (And yes, I’ll admit it, I’m one of them. I mean, how’s a girl supposed to get through a day without the occassional Corgi-in-a-swing?) knows that the most delightful part of any animal is its nose, and that chickens are awesome. And so, without further ado, I present you with the noses and beaks (and some sheep in spandex, because, I mean, how could you not take a picture of sheep in spandex?) of the Columbia County Fair.
My mom came over to the house on Saturday (the rest of the family, too).
We ate ribs and cake and salad, drank wine and talked and talked and talked. We celebrated my step-sister’s birthday, my nephew’s birthday, my birthday and an early Father’s Day. It was fun.
And as I was showing everyone around the garden, I realized that this year I’m gardening for pretty.
I was just going through photos for another post and I was finally able to take the time and check out these photos of a sunset that I took several weeks ago. They’re so pretty. I just had to share.
On Monday, I went paddling on Kinderhook Lake.
It should have been a bit naive of me to expect the lake to be serene, peaceful and calm on the first weekend of Summer, but honestly it just never occurred to me. Why was it naive? Because it’s the very same lake that I spent countless weekends on as a kid, zooming around behind my father’s speedboat–clutching, grasping onto an inflatable raft–screaming and giggling and panting for breath. Two decades later, little has changed. So I stuck to the edges.
What happens when New Yorkers leave New York? Bad things … for turtles!
We left the house early a few weeks ago, to get back to the city in time to do some Christmas shopping, and this is what greeted us at the top of the hill.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll probably say it again, but leaving the house is so hard when we’re surrounded by this much beauty.
But, it’s okay. Especially when the skies are blue and the clouds are fluffy, the air is brisk and the rushrushrush tempo of the city slows down just a wee little bit, like it has this week between Christmas and New Year.
I’m off from work. Like, really off. Like, barely checking my Blackberry and marking all my emails as “read” without reading them. So, what have I been doing? I’ve been out, walking around–Arctic-chill be damned!–marveling at my city like a tourist.
A Chicken In Every Granny Cart 
People Are Clucking About