Came home from my first Buddhist meditation to find our little home broken into, a delicious caramel apple waiting for us in the fridge. I love this place. That person, and his accompanying family; I feel more and more as though they've existed my whole life.

D&I have a couple of really good weekends coming up; I am excited for them. This, a goodbye party for one of the farm's favourite volunteers/a birthday party in the GTA for D's sister/a full day of Hillside, weather and ticket permitting (dear lord, pls!). Next, the ten-year anniversary of the night we met; we're stealing away someplace gorgeous and lovely for it (I still have to research where this may be!). But! Ten years! That's a long time, folks!

Oh, and we took Monday off to wander around some of the coastal towns of Lake Huron with his family. And, promptly upon returning, shrugged off all appropriate & otherwise omnipresent responsibility and lounged about on blankets on the lawn with our bookstore finds, fresh kettle corn, a balsa wood plane, and new strings for my banjo, with intermittent visits from M, his 6 year old and her friends, and Z. It was like we didn't own a baby farm. It was fantastic. That might have helped, but I'm feeling pretty zen like, folks. And I like it.

I hope you are too.

Off to pickle garlic scapes and make us enough pesto to last until next summer!