A Day Book . . .

 

FOR TODAY, August 19, 2025

  OUTSIDE MY WINDOW ...

Aerial battles continue as the hummingbirds all vie for individual control of the feeder. I really enjoy watching them.  There is no smell of smoke in the air from what I can tell this morning, and yet there is an air quality advisory in effect. It is quite chilly as well.  It's garbage day and so the street is lined with bin bags. When will they be picked up? Who knows, some weeks they are there by 7 a.m. and others it is mid-afternoon before they show up. You just never can tell!

 

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I AM THINKING ...

About the wildfires. They are on everyone's mind, I am sure. They are not too far from where I live. Just over the mountain. Right now they are still designated as being out of control.  We had some rain the other night, but it was a mere drop in the bucket. They have I don't know how many water bombers working on it, fire departments from all through the valley working on it, etc. I keep praying that they will be able to bring it under control and that we will get some appreciable rain.

I AM ALSO THINKING ...

Did you know there was such a thing as Holdover Fires, or Zombie fires.  Fires that lay burning underground from previous fires, just waiting to erupt. You think they are dead and then in the spring when the ground dries out, they erupt. This is a scary thing to think about. 

IN THE KITCHEN ...

Butterscotch Bars.  Delicious finger sized cakes, teeming with rich butterscotch flavor. Dense and delicious. Topped with a rich fudge-like butterscotch topping. Perfect to enjoy with a hot drink, or to wrap up and put into a lunch box.

ON MY "TO COOK" LIST ...

This Toasted Cornmeal Shortbread is ticking all my boxes. From Real Simple Food. 

 

THIS I KNOW TO BE TRUE ...

Nothing is as constant in life as change. Most changes take place subtly and slowly and seem incremental, but they come. The differences between the changes in my life and in your life is only in the details. Peace comes in being able to find joy in the journey.

 

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SOMETHING THAT IS NICE ...

Toast and jam.  I do not spread it quite that thick, but hot crisp buttered toast with a schmear of strawberry jam on it is a real pleasure of mine.

 

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SOMETHING ELSE THAT IS NICE ...

The smell of fresh picked apples. When you go into the farm market that is all you can smell. Its beautifully intoxicating.

I WOULD LIKE TO CREATE ...

 

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Tiny knitted cats in hats  . . . a bowl of these would be lovely.

 

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A bowl full of lambs  . . . 

 

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Knitted turnips  . . . 

 

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Knitted angels  . . . 

 

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Knitted Acorn People  . . . 

 

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SOMETHING I ENJOY ...

Homemade jam. Any kind. Love it.

 

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SOMETHING ELSE I ENJOY ...

Dishes with words on them. Especially white dishes with black words  . . . 

 

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OH MY GOODNESS ...

Is there anything cuter than a puppy (or a kitten)? I think not!

I AM READING ...

WILDERNESS WIFE, by Delores Topliff

How do you continue living when life collapses around you in a single day? 

 Marguerite Wadin MacKay believes her 17-year marriage to explorer Alex MacKay is strong—until his sudden fame destroys it. When he returns from a cross-Canada expedition, he announces their frontier marriage is void in Montréal where he plans to find a society wife—not one with native blood. 

Taking their son, MacKay sends Marguerite and their three daughters to a trading post where she lived as a child. Deeply shamed, she arrives in time to assist young Doctor John McLoughlin with a medical emergency. Marguerite now lives only for her girls. 

When Fort William on Lake Superior opens a school, Marguerite moves there for her daughters’ sake and rekindles her friendship with Doctor McLoughlin. When he declares his love, she dissuades him from a match harmful to his career. She’s mixed blood and nine years older. But he will have no one else. After abandonment, can a woman love again and fulfill a key role in North American History?

History with a fresh perspective, this book captured me with the first two pages.

THINGS THAT CATCH MY FANCY ...

 

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Laundry on the Line  . . . 

 

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A field full of sunflowers . . .

 

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Simplicity . . . 

 

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Wildflowers  . . . 

 

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Dappled sunlight  . . . 

I AM GRATEFUL FOR ...

Relative safety. For the time being. I hope and pray it stays that way.  I am not good with change.

 

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MAKES ME SMILE ...

Polka music. I cannot dance the Polka, but I love to watch it and to listen to the music.

SOMETHING TO WATCH ...

Blood of my Blood on Starz on Crave. You kind of need to be a fan of Outlander to "get" it and understand what it is though, and I have always loved Outlander.

I'm hooked, lined, and sinkered.

A THOUGHT TO CARRY WITH YOU ...

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 *A little nonsense now and then
is relished by the wisest men.
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And that is my daybook for this week!  Thanks always for being here!

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Small and Wonderful Things . . .

 

"The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside from a generous hand. But who gets excited by a mere penny? It is dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourished and fatigued that he won't stoop to pick up a penny. But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted with pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days. It is that simple. What you see is what you get." ~Anne Dillard 

 A few of the small and wonderful things which bring untold joy into my life. It's the small things in life which truly mean the most. Simple abundance . . . it's the best. 

We did get a bit of rain throughout the night, but we need much, much more. It was not enough.  The wildfire south of us is still spreading. We will need several protracted days of rain. I am so grateful for all of the firefighters who continue to work diligently to try to bring it under control. It has more than doubled in size over the past two days.

I am grateful for the rain that we did get last night, but please God, we need some more.

Cinnamon last night giving me her love eyes just before bedtime. She knows that her night treats are imminent.

And in the meantime, this was the scene from the other side. He also knows treat-time is imminent.  

I am so grateful for these two companions of mine.  Yes, that saying is true about cats having slaves. But I am a happy slave to these two sweet babies.

Being able to attend church and partake of the sacrament. To listen to the talks, sing the hymns and fellowship with the Saints. Over recent months the church has added some new hymns to our hymn book. I love the choices that they have made.  Yesterday we sang one of the newer ones, "I'm Gonna Live."   It is the kind of song that makes you want to tap your toes. It is an African American Spiritual song.

I love all of the newest hymns that the church has decided to add to the hymnal.  My favorite is "His Eye is on the Sparrow," but in truth I love them all.  Worshipping my Heavenly Father in song is one of my favorite things to do.

 

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I've gotten my talk pretty much written. I sat down later on Saturday afternoon and wrote it. All I have to do now is to go over it a few times and refine it.  I am grateful for this opportunity I have been given to spend this time digging deep into my spiritual well for apples of gold. It is a great exercise in being able to verbally tap the wellspring of goodness that has been sprinkled through my life and to share it with others.

 

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It was nice yesterday to get to spend some time with Glenna in the car and in church. Jacqueline was not there, so I called her after I got home to see how she was. She has had a bad cold this past week and is still not feeling 100%.  Since her stroke and the operation she had afterwards, she has struggled a bit.  I think her immune system has taken a knock. It is taking her a bit longer to recover after things like this.  Rest is what she needs most.

It was nice to see my friend Christine in church yesterday also.  Glenna, Christine and I have plans to go out to lunch one day this week.  I look forward to that.

 

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I also spent some time yesterday afternoon talking to my friend Val who lives in Colorado, via facetime.  Just a voice call.  It was lovely to hear her voice and to talk over the happenings in each other's lives. We had not spoken in person for quite some time.  It was really nice. We have vowed to do it again soon.  

Friendships are one of God's greatest gifts.

 

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Family is another one of God's greatest gifts and I am so grateful for mine.  My older sons who stay in touch to make sure I am okay, my oldest daughter also. My sister, who is not just my sister but my best friend. My brother who keeps in touch daily and makes us smile with his wit and whimsey.

He was doing a day camp with the children at his church along with his wife all last week. He posted photos daily of all their goings on.  He's such a great guy, always giving back to his community, and his family for that matter.

Grateful for my father also.  We took him out with his friend Maryann last Thursday. He also stops by periodically to have the odd impromptu visit with me.

Family.  I am grateful for mine.

 

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Every day may not be a good day, and I do have my struggles for sure, but I am grateful for the good that I am able to find in every day. This is in no way a small blessing.  It is like the icing on this cake called life that I am truly grateful for.

Faith, family, friends, home, pets, health.  Each one of you.  Your love and your prayers. I am indeed blessed beyond measure.

These small and wonderful things, they are not really so small . . . 

A thought to carry with you . . . 

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*It's better to have a heart without words,

than to have words without a heart.

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In The English Kitchen today I am sharing Five Easy Weeknight Dinners Your Whole Family Will Love.  Delicious, economical and easy to make. Perfect for these last busy days of summer.

I hope your day is filled with light and with love. Whatever you get up to, don't forget!

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Saturday Nice . . .

 

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She has the gift of growing things,

The magic touch with plant and flower,

The frailest slips will grow for her,

Touched by her finger's tender power.

We asked her how she made them grow,

She laughed and said she loved them so.

Her windowsills are always gay

With blooms of every shade and hue,

She's always setting out new bulbs,

You know the way some women do.

She digs around the soil and sands,

Patting it down with loving hands.

And sometimes just when twilight creeps,

Across the gardens of the town,

I see her walking lovingly

Amongst her flowers up and down,

Her garments glowing in the night,

As if she walked in paths of light.

I do not think life could bestow,

A finer gift than loving toil;

The joy of helping things to grow,

Of working with the sun and soil.

That every soul you met and knew,

Was lovelier -- because of you.

~Edna Jacques, Garden Magic

Beside Still Waters, 1952

I am sure we all know people who have that magic touch.  Whose flower beds are lovingly tended, and it shows. They share their beauty and the works of their hands with all who are lucky enough to live in the neighborhood. I know there are some wonderful gardeners on my street and my heart smiles every time I gaze upon the works which have sprung from their loving ministrations.

But gardens don't just grow in the dirt. They also grow in the soft fleshy tablets of another's heart. and therein we all plant seeds.  I love the thought of a soul being lovelier for having spent time with me. I may not be able to make a garden sing, but I can surely do my best to make another's heart sing with love and with light. 

 

Bolas de Berlim

Portuguese Donuts

The other day when we took dad and his friend Maryann to the mall, the local market was on. One day a week vendors come from all over the valley to ply their wares. There was a couple there from Lisbon Bites. They are based near Windsor. They had such beautiful looking baked goods. Tarts, donuts, cakes, etc.  Cindy and I each bought a piece of their almond cake. It was so yummy. I am wishing now that I had gotten one of their donuts, lol. These look so delicious!  Or at the very least a Portuguese Custard Tart.  I know I love them.  I will just have to go back and try to catch them again sometime, or bake my own.

But then I have the problem of having to eat them all.

 

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I managed to get half of my refrigerator cleaned out yesterday. It takes me a while to do a thorough job because I have a hard time reaching with my shoulders. One of the problems of living on your own is that things often go out of date before you have had the time to use them up. Wherever I can now, I will buy the smallest jar, container, etc. of whatever it is I am buying that I can find. I know that smaller quantities often cost more in the long run, but having to throw half of everything you buy away is not exactly thrifty either. 

It does take a while to get rid of half empty jars of this or that. You have to scrape them out into the compost and then rinse out the jars before putting them into the recycle bags.  

Mom never threw anything away. If you visited her one year and bought a salad dressing to use, you could be pretty sure that same bottle of salad dressing would still be sitting in her refrigerator when you came back to visit the next time, be it a year or two years or even longer.  And she would be put out if you bought a new one instead of using the one that was there. 

I have eaten brown Parmesan Cheese because I didn't want to upset her. The things you do for love.

 

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I have a half-eaten jar of peanut butter that's gone out of date. I spread some of it onto a slice of bread and then cut it into squares to put out on the deck railing for the Jays and the chipmunk. Of course, that only put a small dent into it. But the jays and chippy have enjoyed it and the cats have enjoyed watching them do so. I will end up having to scrape the rest out and dispose of it in the compost. I don't want to infuriate my neighbors too much. I am sure they will see me as encouraging vermin.  Jane down the end of the road really doesn't like us feeding the wildlife. And she has a point.

We don't want to be encouraging rats either.

David, my brother, has a big rat and a groundhog in his back yard.  Where there is one, you know there are more. Sad but true.

 

These look gorgeous.

I can almost taste them.

The wildfires to the southwest of us are still burning out of control. There is another air advisory in effect today. But, again, no rain in the forecast.  Yesterday a helicopter that was fighting them crashed into the lake.  Thankfully the pilot was not killed. As far as I know he is okay.

That fire started from a lightning strike.

They have also determined that the Cumberland County grass fires were intentionally set.  What kind of a person does that??

I do smell a bit of smoke in the air this morning. It all depends on the direction of the wind.

The skies are clear and a beautiful blue color. 

The local Foodland has steaks on offer this week. Buy one get one free at a similar or lesser value. I keep telling myself each day that I am going to go get two steaks. I love to enjoy a good steak every now and then. Maybe today I will actually get out and do that.

And maybe a trip to the farm market to get a fresh tomato or two. I am craving a tomato sandwich after seeing these lovelies.  Is there anything more delicious than a simple tomato sandwich in late summer when the tomatoes are ripening on the vine?  I think not.

 

 

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I also need to get started on my talk today. I have only a week to get it done. I allowed myself to get overly distracted yesterday.  It seems to be easily done, this problem of getting distracted. I am a bit ADHD. I often find myself starting one chore and it turning into two or three other chores. 

Already this morning as I have been writing this, I have stopped to give the cats a licky treat. I have stopped to see how the collar I bought fits them. I have gone to the loo twice. I have stopped to take my meds.  I could go on. You get the picture.

Right now, Cinnamon has the zoomies and she is racing back and forth through this small house with Nutmeg in close pursuit. 

I have stopped to jot down two or three thoughts I have had about my talk. (I find if I don't write these things down now, I lose them.)

It does not seem to take much to distract me from anything these days. I wonder if that is normal. I hope that is normal.

 

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Full of energy and joy!

The lady who lives across from me is back from her travels. I think she was in Ontario visiting one of her children.  Quite a few of them live here in Nova Scotia as well and I noticed they were there to greet her return. They are very attentive and are often there, especially at the weekends.

That makes me smile. She is such a lovely lady. All of my neighbors are nice and are friendly. Many do keep to themselves, but that's okay. I am one that also keeps to myself for the most part. It is enough to just keep an eye on each other for safety purposes.

 

(Gail Jones)

The wild rose bushes at the end of our road are blooming at the moment. This makes me think that Brier Island must be loaded with blooms.  It would be so lovely to take a trip down there and see them all.  I have been once, a very long time ago.  You have to take a small car ferry to get there. It doesn't take too long.  Many people go there to do whale watching or to check out the sea birds. I keep telling Cindy and Dan that they need to go and visit the Island. It is only a small Island but it has 200 full-time residents. 

And when the roses are in bloom, it's beautiful.  Well, I dare say it is beautiful any time.

I don't really have a lot more to say this morning. Some days are like that.  I have allowed myself too many distractions it seems.

A thought to carry with you . . . 

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*"Believe in yourself,

learn, & never stop wanting 

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In The English Kitchen today, Easy Jam Gems. A vintage recipe for drop biscuits, filled with a spot of jam and drizzled with a simple glaze.

I hope that you have a beautiful weekend! Whatever you get up to, stay safe. Be happy. Be blessed. Don't forget!

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Dear Neighbor . . .

 

FRIDAY, August 15th, 2025
Estate Lane, Nova Scotia
17*C/63*F
There is an air advisory in place
Mostly sunny, no rain expected

in the foreseeable future

Dear Neighbor,

Its fairly warm this morning, but I can't smell any smoke. That is a bonus.  Yesterday morning the air was full of smoke from the fires all day. We did get the most minute amount of rain. It lasted all of five minutes, and then here in town a light drizzle for about the same in the evening. But it's not enough and will not make a difference. We need a slow sustained rain that lasts for hours, maybe even days.

As you can see from the photo above the Guinea Fowl were back last night. We have not seen them in a while.

All around where I live we seem to have entered into a strange state, a fake autumn that has leaves changing colour much sooner than they ought to be. Brought on by the deepest drought in over 50 years here in Nova Scotia, a lot of growing things are surrendering their foliage in a desperate bid for survival. There are no brilliant oranges and russets, just yellows and golds, browns . . . the dryness falling from the canopy adds to the already dry grass and becomes even more tinder for the tinderbox that my beautiful valley has become. Early autumn  . . . but combined with the hot temperatures of the Dog Days of August.

They evacuated an area Southwest of us yesterday.  Google said about 14 miles away.  Looking at the fire map this morning, that fire seems to be under control at the moment, but there are two more raging out of control about 23 miles away. 

We badly need rain and for people to stop being stupid. A discarded pop can or bottle can easily start a fire in these conditions.  Cigarette butts thrown from a car window, etc.

They are looking for a man who set a spool of wire on fire on purpose yesterday with a blow torch and then left. Why?  The mind boggles at the stupidity and rash behavior of others.

 

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A few areas got some much-needed rain yesterday, but it was not near enough. We had a brief heavy sprinkle for about 5 minutes on our way home from the mall, and then last night about 20 minutes of drizzle. We need a long, slow, sustained rain all over the province, and that is what I am praying for. 

We went out yesterday afternoon to pick up a few bits.  Cindy has an appointment this afternoon so we knew we would not be able to pick up dad's friend today to take them to the mall, so we picked her up yesterday and took them a day early.

I wanted to get another cat carrier so that I would have two to transport my cats in if need be.  I also wanted to get some large jugs of water just in case.

I managed to get a carrier, but it was not cheap. All the cheap ones were gone.  There was a run on animal carriers yesterday. I did get one collar and one lead also. It is my prayer that I don't have to use them, at least not because of an evacuation order.

Hope springs eternal.

 

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The hummingbirds have gotten quite fun to watch.  The arial battle season has now begun where they start arguing over who has control of the feeder.  I have counted about 4 or 5 different ones coming to my feeder.  Maryann said yesterday that they have 10 different ones coming to theirs. I don't know how many my sister is getting at hers. 

They each have multiple feeders placed. I have just the one, and it brings me plenty of joy. I may get a second one for next year at the end of the season when they are practically giving them away. I will see.

 

(source)

Today I need to really get working on the church talk that I have to give for the 24th. I had had one particular topic in mind, but it has come to me in bed the other night that there is actually a different topic that I should speak on.

Inspiration. It comes to you.

I don't really mind giving talks as much as I used to.  My mother loved giving speeches and oral competitions.  She actually won a silver cup when she was in her last year of high school in a Provincial speech competition. I think she would probably have been a great lawyer had her family the money to put her through law school. Somewhere there is a newspaper clipping of her receiving her silver cup.

When I was in grade six, my mother had me entering speech competitions. I confess, I did not like the process one little bit.  I did them, and I did them well, but overall, they were a horrible experience for me that I absolutely hated.

It was not until I took a course over in the U.K. on giving speeches and talks that I came to feel comfortable with the idea. I don't think I will ever really "like" giving talks, but at least now I am not totally uncomfortable giving them either.  I would never volunteer to do one, but if asked, I will do one and give it my best shot.

 

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I have had a list of chores as long as my arm that I have wanted to get to all week.  Stuff keeps getting in the way.  Top of the list is to clean my refrigerator. I find that job very difficult. I can't really get down on my knees to pull things out and the way the refrigerator is positioned in the kitchen, you really cannot open the door wide enough to make it easy to pull out drawers and things. If I could afford it, I would buy my own refrigerator to use in here. My own stove as well, but I can't and so I have to make do with what I've been given.  The fridge is very old and the drawers on the bottom are broken. They are very difficult to pull out. I tend not to use them unless I have to.

I hope that I will be able to get to that chore at least today.

 

This is the week of the Lawrencetown Exhibition. It is an exhibition/country fair that has been going on for years and year and years. My grandmother used to rent rooms out to the carnival workers when my mother was a child.  Eileen and Tim have plans to go down to it today with their CSS workers and a few friends. I always like to go to these things and take in the exhibits. The garden produce, flowers, crafts, quilts, baking, etc.  I am not a carnival ride person. 

I do love the smells.  The smells of cotton candy, candy apples, hotdogs, frying onions, and French fries. They always make your mouth water. My cousin always has a pizza shack there each year and does very well.

I don't think I have been down to it since my children were small. It is always really expensive to get into, and you have to park miles away from it.  (A slight exaggeration, but really far anyways.) There are many people who open their lawns up for parking and make a bit of dosh doing so.

I think if my mobility was better, I would love to go down and look at all of the exhibits.  I always really enjoyed that so much. I can't walk very far any longer so it's pretty much a no-go for me.

I am actually surprised that it went ahead this year, what with the province closing all of the hiking trails and the fire risk, etc.

 

(source)

I don't really have much else to write about this morning. My life seems to have been getting narrower and narrower as time passes. I don't really go very far from my place or do much, except to shop.  My mobility issues have really hampered that aspect of my life. I need to work at that I think.

In any case, here is a thought to carry with you  . . . 

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*"We must be willing

to let go of the life we planned

so as to have the life

that is waiting for us.

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In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Tuna and Dill Pasta Salad.  This is actually something I made a few weeks back and am only getting around to sharing with you now.  It was really delicious actually. It is still salad weather.

I do hope that you have an amazing day.  Stay safe, be happy, be blessed.  Please pray for rain. Don't forget!

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And I do too!