Hubby and I share a love of food, glorious food. Good thing. I couldn’t be married to a man who wasn’t as obsessed with food as I am.
We are deep into fall now, and I am counting my blessings. Remembering what an unexpectedly wonderful summer I had, despite the pandemic.
This week Hubby is away canoeing. And I am substitute gardener. Looking after our large vegetable garden, and trying not to get it wrong.
I’m back from my summer hiatus, my friends. Back in the game. The blogging game that is. And excited about what fall will bring.
I’m taking a short blogging hiatus, my friends. See you in September.
The past few months I’ve felt as if I’ve been drifting in a fog of time. Is that what living during the pandemic has been like for you?
Talking about blog geography today. About all the places in the world where readers of High Heels in the Wilderness live.
We’re in stage three of reopening in Ottawa. But the road from lock-down to reopening has not been entirely smooth. There are lots of bumps, my friends..
The effects of going grey are like ripples when you throw a stone in a pond. They extend way beyond where the stone originally landed.
You know, sometimes something we hate may look like a chore, but with a little attitude adjustment we can convince ourselves it’s fun.
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