This past weekend was a potato salad eating, porch sitting, butterfly watching, needlepointing, watercoloring, kind of holiday here in Kansas. After the morning walk I watched the butterflies drift on the breeze, searching for just the right flower. Quite contented was I as I watched. Brother and I have discussed how the observation of birds (and the like) has become so entertaining as we enter our more mature years.
I think the fountain should be cleaned. But I didn’t get to it. Yet.
Thanks to Ann, I made the BEST, carrot/beet salad. I happen to love beets and carrots any way you want to fix them, but the dressing is what sends this over the moon. Spicy in an exotic way that makes me feel like I am on vacation, having lunch in an open air market. In case you are interested, and you should be, here is a link to the recipe. Moroccan Grated Carrot and Beet Salad link. Did I mention it also has raisins?
I am clipping bouquet after bouquet of zinnias, loving every minute of the cutting, arranging, admiring.
Evidence of unusual activity in the flower patch above. Who did this with such precision so as not to dislodge the petals left in their wake on departure?
The change of seasons has me wanting to complete the projects I have been working on for months. I need to clean out my creative work que to let other ideas find their way to the forefront.
Map #2 of the Cotswolds completed during a FaceTime session with sister. Exploring before the exploring is quite enjoyable.
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