Recovering Good Things

Yesterday was fun - we went to Jordan, ate a yummy lunch at the Jordan House, bought fudge at the Heritage Gift Shop, too much yarn ( is that even possible?) at The Fibre Garden and wine at DiProfio Wines. The latter was of particular note as we met the winemaker himself.  We tasted everything they carry.  Delicious.  They've added a nice cab/merlot to the shelves.  Despite the fact that I don't like icewine in the slightest, their Select Late Harvest Vidal is amazing.  Stashaholic bought some to add to her canning this Fall.  I can't wait to taste it.


We came home, had dinner with the family then I was sick and konked out. It turns out the sunscreen hives are worse than I originally thought. It's taken its toll. Poor Ky was quivering from the fireworks.  I was too miserable to be of much help to him.

Today was a bit more low-key.  One Good Thing about having a friend who really likes lemons is that I keep buying books about lemons for him. One Good Thing about never getting around to mailing them is they are still here for me to reference.  Lemons are good anti-inflammatories.  Despite being acidic they are good at balancing alkaline in your body.  And when rubbed on hives, they reduce swelling and itch. Mine aren't itchy per se but they are swollen enough to be painful. No, there will not be before and after photos.

We did venture out to a couple of garden centers. I bought some plants for the pond - lots of oxygenators and some marsh plants and a water lily.  The latter is going to be gorgeous when it blooms. There will be pictures of that.

The rest of the day was spent carding the Polwarth fleece while watching an Indiana Jones marathon.  Lots of Good Things in there.

A variety of good things

It was a beautiful day out today. Sadly, the flamingos took flight to warmer climes. I was disappointed when I came home but I think the dogs are happy to have their yard back.

One of my favourite patrons came in to the library tonight. His darling little daughter is adorable beyond words. Tonight she wore a frilly purple skirt, green/yellow/purple striped tights and purple socks.  She always bounces through the door and announces her arrival in a large young voice. Then whispers because she's in the library.  She is the only child I've ever heard cry, "I don't want to go to McDonalds, Daddy. I want to stay at the liberry."

In other news, a large box appeared on my porch this morning. going by smell, Ky was confident it was for him.  The contents were a beautiful Polwarth fleece from Fibre Garden. It was a generous birthday gift from Stashaholic with a sweet message from the guys and puppy in Jordan.  I really need to stop in there and say hi.  I might be too busy spinning for the next thousand years. It's going to be fun.

How was your day?