Sunday, May 28, 2017

BE STILL MY BLEEDING HEART

Thanks for asking: it's now going into the fourth week with no water in the house... 

The sunrises so far north these days that the dining room is lit up with a spring spotlight. The bay changes colour and pattern like a Canadian chameleon. But are those snowflakes on the rocks??



Gobs of colour fly, grow, or hop...




Putting fish and a small boy together near a pond --- what could possibly go wrong? Pat brought out the bags of gold. Then the crew had to go through hoops in the rain to get ready for the job. Atley threw the pond plants like a ring-toss game. Bullseye! But it's also the only time we've had flying fish in the pond.(Everybody survived, even me...)





The garden is bursting with perennials but you can't eat beauty, right? The Gardener is now putting in the edibles ---- tomato sandwich, (literally) coming up!



Still no water but we're adapting. Is the glass half full or half empty?

Maybe --- maybe --- the plumber will appear this week. In the meantime, be still my bleeding heart...








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