Me and the little Strudel got some nice walking weather before sunset. We’ve had so much heat lately that by the time it’s been cool enough, I’ve been putting my pyjamas on.
The canola crops all around the area are in full bloom – that’s what you see here – but everything needs rain, badly. Someone said the crops are beginning to “go backward” without it.
Today’s cool and grey, and as I sat on the step with my coffee this morning there were a few light sprinkles, but that’s all so far. The lower temperature is a relief.
Karen has the week off and I spent yesterday afternoon with her. She was busy baking buns and bread for a farmers market so we stuck to the house except for the odd foray onto the deck, or around the yard to look at her flowers, or out to her garden to pick dill for me to keep in the freezer. She has now lost 15 pounds on the Ideal Protein diet, and it shows. Go, Karen!
I whipped out a $20 bill and bagged some of that baking to bring home. “I shouldn’t be selling this to you,” she said and I agreed, thinking she meant it should be kept for the following day’s market and I shouldn’t be buying it beforehand. “No, I should be giving it to you!” she said, demonstrating once again that generosity that my sisters demonstrate. I made her keep the $20 of course; it was 20 bucks well spent.
Then I was off to a gathering with people I don’t know well but many of whom I’ve been acquainted with for some time. One has moved into a new (to her) home and was having a come-and-go for a few friends, and I was fortunate enough to be invited. We sat on a shady deck, nibbled on appetizers followed by beef-on-a-bun, and oh how refreshing it is to be with a bunch of women, talking and laughing and always so kind and gentle with each other.
All in all, a day spent around women was a day of heart healing.