My sister and her daughter-in-law were making perogies to sell at a weekend farmers market, and I was asked to join the assembly line yesterday. It was a pleasant morning, as hanging out with other women always is. Karen’s granddaughter Lexi was a dedicated pincher as well.
We had my niece Danielle there for the first while (that’s her with her own niece Everley — my great-niece — on her hip), but she had a client so had to go back to her place, where she’s set up her grooming business: Okie Dokie Dogs.
We had freshly made perogies for lunch.
“Call me next time too,” I said. “Happy to help.”
We still have perogies in our deep freeze so I didn’t need more here at present, but quickly took up Karen’s offer of a rhubarb pie instead.
Of course, being a generous sister, she sent me home with two. I don’t have to tell you what we had for dessert last night. One of us had two slices.
Karen’s house sits on the shore of Margo Lake. Pelicans were circling overhead when I arrived, and a little later there was one floating on the water near the shore. These huge birds are something to see. One time, as I was driving away from our last home, a small group of them had landed next to the slough just down the road and seemed to be waiting out a heavy rain that was falling. I pulled the car over and wept — my response to the pure gift of seeing them there for the first time.