I feel bad for all the working folk - the day has steadily gotten nicer as they have packed up their trailers and headed home so they can go to work tomorrow. That used to be us. It never failed that the last day of the weekend was the nicest day of all.
This morning we got out for our walk as soon as we had a coffee, leaving no chance for procrastination or other interference. The dogs were keen and pulling us down the road a bit, but by the 1/2 way point they were back to being good dogs, and for the last 1/4 both Spike and Kabira were lagging a bit. Nine year old Bella was still going strong! It has been a long winter of inactivity for them as well.
When we got back to the trailer Carm risked life and limb by getting Grace out of her cage in order to go outside. She tried to bite him, but he managed to distract her. She was anxious to get outside so didn't give it her all ;-) Once we were all settled outside we invited our neighbours Lynne & Rob over for a cup of coffee. Before we knew it a few hours had passed by and it was time to get on with our days. Carm headed to the golf driving range, while I just chilled at camp, enjoying the beautiful weather.
While the dogs demolished some venison bones, I was overcome with the scent of cooking meat. Oh, there is nothing like the smell of meat cooking outside… I thought about the grilled sweet potato and salad that was planned for supper… we ended up deciding to try the Mac Pub burger. Not exactly vegan, but oh, so yummy!
The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still. Like when they say, As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.