Sunday, July 30, 2017

50 SHADES OF RED

It's midsummer and the sunrises are scarlet balls of fire ---then the horizon becomes pink like cotton candy.


We were a little red under the collar when our landline went dead. It took 3 separate service calls from Bell to get a solution, and even then 4 house jacks were left cut off. All cell, here we come??


One of us got a bit red embarrassed when the oats started flying. The other was red in the face from smashing rock with sledge hammer.


The red-on-the-throat painted turtle is now at home in the pond. This ruby-throated hummingbird was the latest bird to glance off a window. Pat's towel rescue has worked many times --- the hummer flew off after a few minutes of recovery.



We enjoyed a little theatre play about 4 women playing golf --- or were they playing each other? Then over to a car cruise where most of the beauties were, you guessed it, red. Which of these 3 is the Ford, the Chev, the Plymouth?






I became green with envy as the new owner of the Z3 drove off. But no worries, there's still red-on-red up the hill.


Today is an annual reunion, featuring a famous family recipe for butter tarts. Pat made a batch and I can tell you --- they're reddy! Or is that "ready"?

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