Canada Day

Today was Canada Day, a statutory holiday. Since it is mid-week, the weather was tricked into being gorgeous sunshine instead of our usual weekend grey skies.

The pool was ready and inviting. There was an armload of fresh laundry flapping in the light wind, drying in the sun.

Then Brigitte had the idea of starting a fire in the fire pit to try and burn the accumulated branches and leaves that had been there a while. It had been too rainy and wet to burn before. And indeed, it was still very humid, and the fire exhaled a thick, fragrant smoke. Very lasting, persistent, insidious, fragrant smoke.

After she had to do the same laundry a second time to get the smoke smell out, Brigitte forgot her pyre ambitions and settled in her lounge chair with a book and frequent dips.

A lovely day, as illustrated below.

Sheer delight

A rosebush

Another rosebush

The Edible Chronicle (for my sister-in-law)

Loukhi being grossly disrespectful