TUESDAY, AUGUST 13
The only thing to report is that the water changed color again. It was grey green. The day before blue. The day before that green. There was a little rain, a little wind, a little sunshine. We went on the same walks…morning to cemetery, afternoon to farm. We ate food from the garden, had trouble getting the hens into their cage in the evening, spilled the slop on a pig’s head, texted Olive about Fiona’s flood damage, talked to Fiona’s contractor, tried to organize our insurances in Vancouver.
Picked a pound of cherry tomatoes, red and golden, and made the sweetest pasta sauce.
Chloe was grumpy almost all day. She is really dreading this return…me, too!
