I traded a broccoli quiche today for two nice zucchini, picked from a friend’s garden. With all the produce from the market also crowding my refrigerator, I need to organize cooking projects immediately.
The large bunch of beets brought for me on Wednesday is partially prepared; greens are cooked and frozen and some of the bigger roots are ready for pickling. Reluctantly I declined to accompany daughter Lynda to a farm auction after our market foray as I knew she would make better time getting around and seeing interesting items listed. As she drove away, I cautioned her about buying a Percheron!
My feet are still a bit sore from yesterday morning’s 3km ramble around an Inglis Falls loop. Just can’t pass up joining my Sydenham BTA friends in case I miss some of the stories of long ago. Seems as though all the trails around here have seen at least one scout or cub adventure. Yesterday’s involved a day long challenge for older boys who were charged with locating a “crashed airplane” by map. This time the leader had placed objects to substitute for wreckage. A bedraggled but triumphant troop emerged at the end of the day, dragging toboggans taken as a precaution in case one of them needed a ride. No mobile phones in those days.

Didn’t buy a Percheron, but was very tempted by a donkey.