Thunderstorms are forecast. They grumble away in the far distance. Up here on the ridge it's sunny but clammy.
After a cold, damp start to the year the temperatures are soaring and we now seem headed towards a serious drought and heat wave. This morning , while watering the new lavender, the well water 'sputtered' for the first time. Can the ground water really be drying up already ?
Sophie thrives on a daily adventure . She's up and in the car and raring to go at an hour when sane folk are still in bed. We're the first customer at the bakers although the car park is quickly filling up with staff from the supermarket next door.
This mornings croissant dry and with a consistency more like processed bread than a croissant. Sophie has the ends and the flap from the top. How's that for a good start to the week ?
The frozen food store has a special on frogs legs. I see they come from Indonesia and are processed in Belgium. This rather diminishes their exoticism.
Today is the day of the reclusive mans funeral. Wayne and Warren, the two non-communicating sons, together with various inheritance seeking spouses, are expected to show up at the church a little after two. I explain the nuances of the situation to Sophie who listens with rapt attention.
Last night we dine , virtually, in California :https://themadronahotel.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/05/Madrona-Dinner-Menu-April-21.pdf
The tipsy broadcaster. A piece of British history :https://twitter.com/LawDavF/status/1527746510213025794