Saturday, July 1, 2017

“Peas baffled me. I could not understand why grown-ups would take things that tasted so good raw, and then put them in tins, and make them revolting.”

~ Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

It’s going to be another hot one today and, if the forecast is right, a toasty week ahead. I think we’ll be cutting in the AC. I hold off as much as possible, preferring the freshness of open windows and doors, but there comes a point when it’s just too dang hot in the house and I think we reached that milestone last night.

We’re heading to the garden early, while it’s still relatively cool, to do some weeding and harvesting. Then a trip to the farmer’s market in search of raspberries, strawberries, and cherries. Later, there’s a good chance I’ll give in to the siren call of our lawn swing and settle in with a book for a time.

Sounds like a pretty sweet way to celebrate our country’s 150th birthday to me.

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Happy Canada Day!


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. Happy Canada Day to you too!

    I certainly hope your part of the world cools off during July 27 – August when we visit British Columbia for our golden wedding anniversary.

    1. How wonderful! What part of our province will you be visiting, Marian?

  2. Happy Canada Day, Linda! I have a friend whose children love raw peas. They even eat them frozen from the freezer. I never would have thought to do that.

    1. Frozen peas were always a treat for my kids and grandkids!

  3. Lovely photos, as always. Love the peas. Reading your posts make me nostalgic for my home and garden. I always grew peas first thing and then snacked on the sugar snap peas through May and June before the heat. Now we are traveling, so I need to visit those Farmer’s Markets more often.

    1. Isn’t it wonderful to have the option to support local farmers for those things we can’t, for whatever reason, grow ourselves? Happy travels!

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