Reflections …

….. …., in the Arrow River.

One of those days when you never seem to catch up with yourself - at least that’s how it felt to me. I think I overdid it yesterday. This histamine intolerance condition is a challenge.

We only had a short walk to Missy’s swimming hole but she made the most of it.

My daughter A. called in on her way home and gave me a hand in the kitchen, while I cleaned up outside. I’d emptied out the latest batch of compost this morning and it’s now lying on it’s tarp, and I’m hoping for another frost to dry it out some more. It’s black and non-smelly, all good, but there are ball shaped clumps which are still sticky. I guess that’s what happens with a tumbler composter.