Summer is here in all its blazing sunshine and heat. The local waters are clear (refreshing) and all kinds of boats go by ---- oh buoy!
Can't resist the local car shows. Over in Meaford ("me-Ford": get it?) the chrome was lined up like a beach buffet. What a picnic...
Local critter shows were pretty good too. One particular female frog has been croaking loudly for days --- where's her guy?? Regal monarchs are swirling and their yummy milkweed will be ready for them soon --- hang in! More little fish in a big pond. And a Snapper Rescue in heavy traffic!
Car show #2, in Owen Sound. Colours! Chrome! Convertibles! And my favourite --- a 1929 convertible pickup truck. OK, it needs work but originally owned by Jed Clampett!! (...you can Google that one...)
Chores, work, and maintenance still goes on summer or not. For some it's so-sew. For others it's lop-chop.
Hoping for major progress this week as The Trouble Toronto Tree is supposed to finally be stump-grinded. The neighbour sent this photo of her similar tree, rotten to the core.
But it's the 7th hour of the 7th day of the 7th month, so my spirit is back in Pamplona and my legs are running the corrida. No bulls.hit....
Can't resist the local car shows. Over in Meaford ("me-Ford": get it?) the chrome was lined up like a beach buffet. What a picnic...
Local critter shows were pretty good too. One particular female frog has been croaking loudly for days --- where's her guy?? Regal monarchs are swirling and their yummy milkweed will be ready for them soon --- hang in! More little fish in a big pond. And a Snapper Rescue in heavy traffic!
Car show #2, in Owen Sound. Colours! Chrome! Convertibles! And my favourite --- a 1929 convertible pickup truck. OK, it needs work but originally owned by Jed Clampett!! (...you can Google that one...)
Chores, work, and maintenance still goes on summer or not. For some it's so-sew. For others it's lop-chop.
Hoping for major progress this week as The Trouble Toronto Tree is supposed to finally be stump-grinded. The neighbour sent this photo of her similar tree, rotten to the core.
But it's the 7th hour of the 7th day of the 7th month, so my spirit is back in Pamplona and my legs are running the corrida. No bulls.hit....
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