Both Facebook and the iPad's "Photo" program serve up features called "Memories". Sometimes they serve up some acute melancholia.
Because I groomed or babysat or "owned" many pets, it occurs often that I'm looking at photos of animals that have passed away (or moved away with owners).
This handsome guy, bequeathed to me by a dying stranger, took months to overcome his shyness. Then he was my bosom buddy.
Little Maya lived a long life after being rescued by Shelly in Calgary. Not a mean bone in her furry body.
The front yard two years ago, September 10th. Not much has changed except the landscape feature of kennels. No regrets.
I've been sleeping in until 6 when it's light outside. I like this new routine, even though I don't "hit the floor running". Quite the opposite: if there are few or no boarders, I drink coffee and chat with you lovely folk, sometimes even before dressing for the day.
In the last couple of days, I have dug the rest of our potatoes and most of the carrots. Gary and I keep watching the corn, wondering if the few plants we have will actually yield mature cobs before the frosts spoils the hope.
And there are kaylettes, which also will take some time to give us pretty little rosettes of a vegetable that tastes like a cross between kale and Brussels Sprouts… because that's what they are.
There is something in the garden that I must have planted, but seem like broccoli plants with no heads of broccoli. What mistake or anomaly is this??
These must have been something that I started and nurtured, but my mind is a complete blank. It's apparently not rapini or broccolini either. I'm soon going to just remove the plants, because the leaves are all too bitter even to use in spanakopita (our favourite way to eat leafy cooked greens). Maybe I should take a photo with which to search online and identify the mystery plants, There's an App for that!
The summer has sped by so fast. We do not have a long enough growing season in most of Canada to correct our mistakes ie. replant. But it's all still so enjoyable and we get so much delicious food out of the deal. It's not devastating if we need to buy broccoli or whatever. Not to me, anyway.
Here's some good news. My shoulder seems to be mending "on its own". The real secret has simply been "tincture of time" as my pharmacist parents would say. I have an ultrasound scheduled in Prince George in a week.
I've wondered if I should have pushed a bit more for diagnosis and treatment. Nursing and massage therapist friends and daughters have offered suggestions, but the doctor didn't recommend anything except the ultrasound and painkillers.
There is a good physiotherapist in the region, and treatment would be included in our Medicare. What if I should have been going to her all along?
Anyway, this seems to be going in the right direction.
How are you doing? I hope you're okay, well and well fed and not working too hard. There is so much war, suffering and sorrow all over the world.
Hope your day is okay.
Love, Ann
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