Three A.M.

Mari has a way with roses.   What a beauty.    My daughter Eileen used to have a yellow rose bush, her favorite rose, so when I see one I think of her.   Well, I think of her always, miss her more every year and wonder so often what she would have had to say about all the changes in our world.

It is three a.m. and I am wide awake.   It is cool in here after a very hot day  again yesterday.  August has reared up to let us know it is not finished with us as yet.    Pat longs for a trip to the beach, not sure if we will make it or not.   Two hours away, not like our days back in Brookings when we could go to Lone Ranch beach at the drop of a hat and walk the pathway to the ocean.  Some things are hard to give up and beach walking is one of them.   Not complaining, just commiserating.

I had a ride to Paulsbo  yesterday, yeah the casino is there....of course I stopped in and played a bit after a nice breakfast in the big restaurant there.   They served corn beef hash according to the menu but it turned out to be cut up corn beef in tiny chunks, tasty but not hash.   Christine ordered that but I had my biscuits and gravy;  no complaints there.   Chris went on to her special yarn shop and has here knitting plans in order.  I think she has socks in mind.    She found a glove for my hand that will keep it braced.  I have been having wrist pain from using the cane and sometimes from the walker as well.  I must put to much weight on my hands as I walk along.    I paid my dues and had some fun but my hopes of winning enough to rent a house boat for the rest of the summer went by the wayside.

Pat had a huge zucchini grow in her garden box so picked it and made some zucchini bread that is delicious.   Her garden produce has been so tasty, especially the chard, one of my favorites.    Her neighbor has an apple tree and the apples fall on Pat's driveway so she is making good use of them.  I think she is going to make some applesauce, although if she would invite me over I'd make an apple pie or some turnovers.   A hot apple turnover right out of the oven...yum....

So be good, be kind, be gentle and think about what you can make today...baking on a hot day isn't all bad if you get an early start.  I wouldn't try it late in the day though.    If it gets too hot, grab a book and find a shady spot and stay cool.   August has a way of letting us know it is leaving but not without a scorching day or two to remind us summer is still hanging around.  

   Pucker up and  give someone you like and  or love  a bakers dozen of hugs today.    It is three, no now it is four a.m. so I am going back to bed for a few more hours sleep.    Hope your sleeping in and dreaming good dreams.    Hugs to all.