I might be jinxing things but the squirrels who’ve been working over my planters every day seem to have calmed down a bit. It MIGHT be the orange peels, dryer lint, and human hair I dug into the soil, but really, who knows anymore.
I didn’t do very much yard work this weekend, just enough to make me feel like I accomplished something and keep things from getting overgrown.
I bought a clematis and it is not just alive, it is GROWING.
At one point yesterday I was sitting in the sun, a magazine in one hand and a beverage in the other, alternating between staring into the trees and watching birds come and go. It was heavenly.
What else?
We ate ice cream. And drank margaritas.
We fired up ye’ ol’ grill and ate outdoors. (I am a bit obsessed by this bean salad recipe right now.)
We had a few sleepless nights thanks to several local fireworks enthusiasts and one terrified dog (that would be Piper).
I placed an order at Canadian Tire and when I saw how long the line was for curbside pickup I turned around and went back home.
I went on a lot of walks.
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Awhile back I promised myself that I would stop checking the Ottawa Public Health daily COVID reports, but I haven’t been able to keep that promise. Today, however, I felt hope instead of dread. I pray to the heavens above that people continue to make the right choices so we can get back to something that looks like normal.
Mark and I often play the “WHAT DO YOU MISS MOST” game. I don’t know why we keep doing it. One of the things I miss most are impromptu dates on a patio. I can’t wait for the day I can turn to someone and say “let’s grab a beer.” One things I’d really like to do this summer is bike to The British Pub & Cafe. I promise myself that I won’t take it for granted ever again. What about you?
