We sheltered inside this morning doing a sort of raindance but alas, only 2 lone drops fell on our parched earth. We are holding out hope for rain overnight although it doesn’t look promising.
When the rain passed over, Carm manned up with the growling chainsaw to buck up the fallen tree. I kept an eagle eye on him from inside while I processed some rhubarb and started prepping for supper.
Counting today’s forey’s, I’ve made 22 new recipes since the beginning of covid lockdown with a 95% success rate and will redo all but 1 - the first cinnamon bun recipe was stodgy so not a favorite of Carm’s. Tonight I made rhubarb simple syrup to use in drinks, rhubarb compote for ice cream, and for supper we had roasted garlic soup which was a festival of bacon, garlic, parmesan cheese, more garlic, and cream with a few potatoes thrown in to thicken it up. What’s not to like?
rose that Kirsten gave us for our anniversary many years ago
The pool warmed up to 22F/72C again so I took advantage of the tropical (!) waters to cool my limbs after I briefly helped Carm pick up some branches. We’ve been having lots of swim days this year which is unusual.
Headline tonight: Cases spiking in US. 2,066,223 cases with 115,130 deaths in the US. There are a total of 97,125 (96,653 yesterday) cases of Covid-19 in Canada today, with 7,960 (7,897 yesterday) deaths today.
“Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.”
~William Wordsworth
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