



We love parades at our house. The boys and their cousin Berik loved the face paint. Next time, though, they want me to do Spider Man faces.
We let Carl use the camera the other night after dinner. I deleted a few that were a little too close, but I'm pretty impressed with his results. I think he's gotten so used to me shooting pictures during every activity of every day of his life since I began blogging. Often times he'll say... "Are you going to put this on your blog?" Or, "Take a picture of this for your blog!"


A long time ago in Varola, Sweden there was a family. They called themselves Warolin, as in Varolin, as in from Varola. Johannes and Josephina were owners of a mill and had many children. Of those children, four decided to embark upon a journey to the United States. Two stayed in Sweden. The sole daughter Anna, married Einar and had one child and moved to Stockholm. The remaining son in Sweden Johan married Alma and had three children and also became mill owners.
The one room school house my grandmother Florence attended in rural Milaca and has since become a single family home.
The barn that used to house cows on Karl and Hilda's farm. My Dad remembers being in this barn as a child.
My Carl with my Dad Chuck on his grandfather Karl's farm. Got that?

This farm belonged to Harold, my grandmother's brother. He and his wife Irene raised their six children on this farm, though it is no longer in the family.

My Dad and Irene, the matriarch of the Warolin clan in the United States.
I joined two friends on a triathalon team. I'm the biker, Holly's the runner and Cary is the swimmer. We're on Team Mike, in support of my childhood friend Mike DeBruin, who died almost two years ago from ARDS (acute respitory distress syndrome). His wife Korie started Team Mike last summer with a few friends. They worked hard and each completed the triathalon. Our three-some is doing it as a relay, but doing the longer distance. I think I'm riding 30 miles (oops, I mean 40 K.. what's the conversion?)... better check on that. The date is July 12th, so I'm getting close. Here's the route. 

I had seen it growing, but wasn't exactly sure what it was. I didn't plant it. The compost pile did. Actually, there are several of these volunteer plants growing, most likely pumpkins or squash of some sort. I think back to what I scooped and flinged into the compost bin last fall and compare that to the way these leaves look. The blossom makes me very suspicious that it is indeed a pumpkin.
Some brussel sprouts... going crazy! Notice the brick paths, scavenged by my Dad from a downtown building project's reject pile, carried lovingly in canvas bags, trip by trip until we had enough for this path and the perimiter border around my yard. Thanks, Dad!


My friend Korie and I decided that we had heard enough about Nature Deficiency Disorder in kids. We are outside putzing in the yard, parks and nature almost daily, so we didn't worry about our kids, but decided to be purposefull in planning our summer activities. We like the neighborhood parks and spend a great deal of time there, but decided that we wanted to add to our repetoire of fun, kid-friendly nature sites. Thus began our blog to document the outings and provide calendar information for future nature dates . We meet every Thursday morning for a kid-centered outing and picnic lunch, somewhere in the Twin Cities area, surrounded by green stuff. So far we've had three adventures and have many more in store for the summer. Check it out. Join us, if you'd like!


A few weeks ago we went to the Velodrome, a bike racing track, in Blaine at the National Sports Center. The NSC Velodrome is one of only three outdoor wooden tracks in the US. It is made of 42 miles of ultra-durable African Afzalia wood. Ron really digs velodromes, knows where they all are throughout the US, and had been wanting to catch a race for a long time. We packed up the kids and some cold beverages and caught the Minnesota Fixed Gear Classic. Very fun and kid friendly.
Louise got a front row view of the track.
Gus and Berik, future racers, or at least future cold-beverage drinking fans.
This orange-red wall caught my eye. Love the contrast with the yellow staircase.
If Gus were a musician, I'd suggest this photo for his album cover.


If anyone's interested, I can share the recipes. We made the soft-scrub, a counter spray/window wash, carpet deoderizer and a toilet bowl cleaner.
With this much rhubarb, of course I had to bake a pie.
I found a recipe in the Star Tribune last summer for a rhubarb custard pie. The author was a purist of sorts, didn't like to mess around with strawberries or other potential invaders.
I happen to like rhubarb with most anything, but as I had nothing else to mix it with, I followed her recipe but used these lovely brown eggs from a local farmer near the cabin.
The rhubarb is ready to go! My rhubarb plants that were hand-me-downs from two different friends have finally reached their full potential. The boys and I harvested a good share of the rhubarb last week in preparation for rhubarb two ways.
The bountiful harvest, waiting to be cleaned and readied for work.



You have to let the chopped rhubarb sit overnight mixed with the sugar. It helps the rhubarb juices to release.
Cherry pie filling, jello, rhubarb and sugar. What's not to like? I wanted some vanilla ice cream to pour it over.
