There's a hole in my roof, dear Liza, dear Liza, there's a hole in my roof, dear Liza, a hole.

Well fix it, dear Pieman, dear Pieman, dear Pieman, well fix it, dear Pieman, dear Pieman, fix it.

But how should I fix it, dear Liza, dear Liza, but how should I fix it, dear Liza, fix it?

With a chimney, dear Pieman, dear Pieman, dear Pieman, with a chimney, dear Pieman, dear Pieman for the woodstove.


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Yellow tomatoes float through my dreams as I start research on how to can the non-red tomatoes. Yellow spaghetti sauce? Doesn't work for me.

I had had visions of bushels of tomatoes filling my bowls and spilling out onto the counters. The reality has been that the weather has not been that warm this summer and the tomatoes have drifted in in manageable waves after each warmer day or two. Some are now frozen, some are dried, some are roasted and frozen and all have tasted really nice. There's nothing quite like a fresh from the vine still warm tomato exploding taste into your mouth.

Some of the oh-so-pretty and even tastier cherry tomatoes we've been fortunate to enjoy this summer.

Gladiolas leftover from a pig roast on Saturday serendipitously made their way to our house. It's a huge bouquet! and gorgeous.



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The tomatoes have started ripening.

So far we've been able to keep up with eating them. We've had almost exclusively the cherry size so far in an array of colours. But the larger ones are starting to ripen and they're harder to eat in a mouthful so my eye has been caught by tomato recipes. Tomorrow I'll try slow-roasting some.

Friends and books, can be there a better combination?

When the two met in a living room on Saturday for 4 to inventory 1200 the only thing missing was the chocolate...which we found. We also found joy in each other's company and satisfaction in neat stacks of boxes filled with cared for books.

(Admittedly the host home was left with some un-neat stacks still to be cared for. Sorry and thank you.)

The sad thing is that the books will be returned to somebody else's living space far away. The other sad thing is that the friends live scattered like marbles on a tiled floor. Thankfully, plans are to be swept together periodically.


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I just dropped BTG off at her first youth group.

The boys have gone with Pieman to play and watch soccer.

I don't have to cook supper for anyone and am eating a toasted waffle while sitting at the computer. Food at the computer is a no-no at our house.

Conversely, I don't have anyone to cook supper for.

I feel like crying.

I was told my blog is out of date. Sorry Calgary!

We have had sun this week and beautiful hot weather. We've eaten our first yellow cherry tomatoes the size of a marble. I'm hoping the next ripe ones will be bigger. Still enjoying peas, lettuce (a little bitter), swiss chard, kale and now kolhrabi and beans. The broccoli and tomatoes are coming. So are the Armenian cukes. The pumpkins are turning orange but the squash is a little slower. It's in a different plot.

I picked up Morton from the airport late last night. She's still sleeping. I'm going to start our breakfast pancakes. The kidlets are waiting patiently for her with their books, each ensconsed on a couch or chair. Pieman's chatting with his Dad who just had a birthday.

I've been referred to a learning languages page called LiveMocha. Looks good. Also a blog called The Linguist on Language. Look like fun.

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water, water, everywhere

water in the pool, children swimming

water from the sky, cat dodging

water on the garden, vegetables growing

all is thriving

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