This morning we experienced torrential rains. Some of the towns in the area experienced flooding, and several mayors announced “states of emergency”. We are on relatively high ground, and have seen no sign of flooding here, thank goodness.
It has been a very quiet day here. The only excitement was the delivery of next years firewood. Now Attila has the big job of moving it all into the woodshed. That will keep him busy well into the summer. This year, we are still heating the house, this late into April. It is very unusual. The temperature is predicted to drop to -10C on Saturday night; we still need the heat!
After finishing the book I was reading, Cane River, I logged into the library once again to look for something to read. I have to admit, I am repelled by the images on most of the covers of the books on offer. One look at a flowing gown, a damsel in distress, a damsel in longing, or in an embrace, well, no thanks, on to the next book. And then there are the vampires… I did find a few likely candidates, which are now downloaded to the Kobo. I will try them one by one until I find something palatable. The ones I know I would like to read are all unavailable, I am on the waiting list for those books.
Tonight we are enjoying the fresh asparagus that came in the fresh fruit and vegetable basket. It is a real treat. Last night Attila made a stir fry with the fresh zucchini, onions and mushrooms, also a treat. I have been enjoying the bananas included with the basket. The strawberries we are saving for the weekend. Attila has declared the fresh fruit and vegetable basket a good value. They are only available once a month, so we will have to wait. We will have consumed the lot within a week or so. We eat a lot of vegetables.
We are looking forward to getting a lot done this weekend. With the snow almost gone, we can at last begin to putter around outside!
5°C °C °F
Observed at: Muskoka Airport
Date: 5:00 PM EDT Friday 19 April 2013
Pressure: 99.8 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Wind: WSW 15 km/h
Mother to daughter:
“Philomene’s voice was low and soothing, even crooning. “I am the rock in your garden, Emily, and you are the bloom in mine…”
Cane River, by Lalita Tademy, page 296