I'm living vicariously this morning through my Aussie guests. Within the next two hours, they'll finally land in Los Angeles, completing the first leg of their trip to North America from Down Under.
Throughout the day, they'll fly to Seattle and then on to Calgary, arriving there around 10 p.m. Calgary time. I know how exhausted but excited they must be. If there's time during their brief stays at U.S. airports, they may even call.
It will be fun to hear their voices and their Aussie dialect for the first time.
After spending some time in Canada, they'll be arriving here next Tuesday. It's fun getting the place ready and thinking of little things to leave in their new old motorhome quarters. So far, three miniature American flags are sitting on the table.
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Weed eating will continue today as will a visit to Big Blue. I've discovered in the past week that filling Big Blue with too much water can lead to disaster. Still, the pool will be fully functional even if it doesn't have a perfect shape.
Who cares what it looks like when you're swimming anyway! Wet, refreshing water is the key ingredient for hot days, and Big Blue will satisfy that need for the rest of the summer.
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Before the Aussie visit, there's a horse show this weekend. The belt buckle our family gives, honoring our dad and going to the most versatile horse at the show, arrived yesterday.
I was ciphering, and I believe this will be the eighth time we've awarded it. For sure, the seventh. Some riders have won it more than once, so I'm not positive what year we started sponsoring the award.
What's nice is that every year it brings to mind the memory of our dad and his great horse Toby I. And, we are always thrilled to connect with each year's winners.
The first recipient, Sarah Snedden, now serves our country as a military journalist in Iraq. So, we'll be thinking about and appreciating her as the show unfolds. I'm bettin' Sarah would give anything to be here in Sandpoint, riding a horse.
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Last night Bill and I enjoyed our first of just a few strawberry sundaes, with berries straight from the garden. Incomparable! With every sample of those sundaes I wish I could grow more strawberries AND then I don't.
Why is it that strawberry patches are also weed patches waiting to happen?
I picked weeds faithfully until about three weeks ago when the netting had to go over the patch to save the berries from our resident robins.
That action served as a golden invitation for every weed and every blade of grass to begin their ascent from the ground.
Not much I can do about the weeds with that netting protection, so picking AND finding the strawberries is requires tedious separation of every square inch of the weed-infested jungle.
It's especially fun reaching in there to grab a berry which is being guarded by the most prickly of thistles. Yes, we've got thistles this year, and plenty of them.
Battle-scarred but hungry, I eventually took a bowl of berries to the house, cleaned and stemmed them, added some sugar, mashed them and poured the sauce over a bowlful of Meadow Gold French vanilla ice cream.
Heaven!
I'll go in to berry-picking combat a few more times, and we'll savor every sundae.
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Off to the weed eater and the watering on this lovely summer day. Happy Wednesday.
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