“The renovations at the house start today. And with that we see our old green toilet thrown into a trailer outside.”
“Walking by the river this morning.”
“Nature shot: Flowers on my back patio.”
You know that small town I moved to? Well, I have a confession to make. I actually moved to a hamlet, 10kms north west of said town. To a land of dirt roads, farm animals and tractors. A mystery neighbour keeps posting this sign, which quickly gets taken down, presumably by the reeve (hamlet speak for a mayor), only to be re-posted days later in a new spot:
I bake now. I made cookies last week, biscuits yesterday, and muffins today. Sometimes (a lot of times), I burn things. I like to think it’s because I didn’t have an oven in my mini apartment in the big city…
I also hang my clothes to dry outside. There are frogs in my backyard, and we have a cluster fly problem. Next, I want to make a garden. But first, I have to disinfect the kitchen for any nuts (there are walnuts in those muffins), because little A is coming to visit in two weeks!! Hurrah! I know it’ll be easy to make a country girl out of her, since she already loves the music so much! Can’t waiiiiit.