We had a lovely weekend.
The heat broke with a downpour on Friday and it was a glorious relief. We could not have survived it without the fans, ice packs wrapped in tea towels tucked into shirts at bedtime and the beach. It has left me pining for Fall.
On Saturday we went to a local heritage day where they had all sorts of crafts people demonstrating their talents. The kids dressed up as a fairy princess and a pirate for the occasion. There were farm animals and wild animals, BBQ lunch, rock painting, a bee hive, potters, spinners, weavers, trappers, antique cars, letterpress, and face painting. The face painting was free and there was a 2 hour wait, but once Poppy saw this, there was no talking about anything else. Poppy chose to be painted like a flower fairy while Silas wanted to be Spiderman, but, at the very last minute decided he’d rather be a puppy dog.
We came home and sat outside where the bugs were almost nonexistent and the breeze beautiful. Everything seemed do-able. We talked about the third baby’s arrival and plans for the upcoming weekends while the kids stripped down and played in the sand and water. We then decided to take a little walk up to the beloved apple tree to see how big they are getting and also to hunt for wild raspberries. We only found a few berries, but the apple tree is drunk and heavy with apples this year. We must think of a way to preserve them so we can enjoy them throughout the winter months (We are thinking freezing, drying, and canning are our best bets). We also discovered the cherry trees produced millions of tiny ruby berries this year. That is the first time since moving here that we have seen berries there. Just not sure what to do with them and would like to know for sure if they are edible.
On Sunday, we worked while the kids donned their costumes once again and played happily. We did laundry, cleaned the car, emptied and re-organized the sheds, re-attatched the porch railing, and did a general tidy up of the outside. The last bit of wood was piled last weekend, but the grass may never recover from all the sawdust that is impossible to pick up now. We worked until late in the afternoon and ate granola bars for supper. My back and hips are still aching from all the bending and lifting.
I miss not having a garden this year. We had planned to visit the Farmer’s Markets each and every weekend, but it never seems to happen. I find myself craving a meal of green beans, chopped tomatoes with salt and pepper, and new potatoes with butter and salt. I hope to make it to the one in Haliburton tomorrow after my midwife appointment for sure.
go gently + be wonderful