{"id":915,"date":"2008-07-11T22:43:00","date_gmt":"2008-07-12T06:43:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mixhart.ca\/blog\/?p=915"},"modified":"2013-11-13T12:28:06","modified_gmt":"2013-11-13T20:28:06","slug":"its-a-wonderful-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.mixhart.ca\/index.php\/its-a-wonderful-life\/","title":{"rendered":"It’s a Wonderful Life"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Bouchons<\/span> was fantastique<\/span>! The Summerhill<\/span> organic sipes and peach nectar made a delectable kir<\/span>. Yes, I was in Paris for the night. But the hike afterward was even more fantastique<\/span>. The air was crisp as the sun was setting. Peter and I changed<\/span> out of our evening attire<\/span> into hiking gear. Mine was most unsightly<\/span> as I didn’<\/span>t expect to run into anyone on the trail: acid yellow socks, hiking sandals, pink culottes<\/span> and a red hoodie<\/span> over a blue t-shirt. I’d forgotten the hoodie<\/span> and slipped back inside<\/span> to be greeted by these two creatures: The babysitters–Mist and Nicole–had plans to surprise their charges with those crazy get-ups as soon as they’d thought we’d left.<\/div>\n
WE hiked down to the bottom of the mountain, along the lake shore and then up Paul’s tomb. The sky was lit with a stunning half moon. We were alone hiking up from Paul’s tomb and the smell of the air, the quiet, massive lake and eerie cliffs made the night unforgettable<\/span>. Home in time to find our girls (5 including 2 friends) running in the back yard in the dark playing cops and robbers. <\/div>\n
Was physically exhausted from the climb up the mountain and satisfyingly full of french cuisine<\/span>. I fell asleep to the beautiful sound of coyotes yipping back and forth across the mountains. All was well until a neighborhood<\/span> hound joined the calls and then suddenly the sound was just not as pleasurable. Why is it that coyotes sound beautiful and dogs annoying? PS– a storm with 100km an hour winds blew through Kelowna yesterday taking many trees down. It was quite thrilling to witness.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Bouchons was fantastique! The Summerhill organic sipes and peach nectar made a delectable kir. Yes, I was in Paris for the night. But the hike afterward was even more fantastique. The air was crisp as the sun was setting. Peter … Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"kt_blocks_editor_width":"","_kad_blocks_custom_css":"","_kad_blocks_head_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_body_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_footer_custom_js":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[24,1],"tags":[25],"class_list":["post-915","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-motherhood","category-uncategorized","tag-modern-motherhood"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t