Another Best Day Ever

Today was, in T.'s words, "the Best Day Ever." This is the way he almost always describes a day when we go out together and have fun, and today, as usual, I agree with him.

T. had a ball game in a town we've never been to before at 9:30 in the morning, and, amazingly, we got there on time! T.'s catching wasn't as good as usual, probably because we are night owls and he, like the rest of the family, was still a bit drowsy. We are more of an evening game family.

After baseball, we headed to Winston for a Scottish festival, but we passed a rose nursery on the way and Ed turned the car around and bought me two rose bushes (for Mother's Day) when I (loudly) pointed it out to him. It is a really nice nursery, one I've wanted to visit for quite a while, with a Gorgeous garden as well as the plants for sale. Some of the bushes were the size of small mountains. I don't have space in the bed I'm working on now for a mountain-sized rose bush, but now I'm trying to figure out where in the yard I could fit one, they were that spectacular.

The festival was loads of fun. We listened to bagpipers, fiddlers, and a singing harpist, watched men in kilts throwing logs and using pitchforks to toss heavy bags, laughed when the duck-herding sheepdog lost it and grabbed an incredibly stubborn duck that wouldn't go into the pen (feathers flew, but the duck was unharmed and unrepentant), and admired swords, daggers, and other Celtic gear. The kids got to try walking on stilts. T. actually managed ten steps, once.
It was the best day ever.