Wednesday

Beautiful sunshine, cool breezes. June appropriate temperatures. The stable front over Wisconsin is stubbornly in place, but it seems to also be edging out the Canadian smoke, so that all around us, the air is horribly polluted by the fires, whereas we have had only a couple of days of light haze and today even that has dissipated. Our air quality (thus far) is good. How's that for great luck!

I know we have a bit of a drought, but there are rumors of rain for this weekend. I'm hopeful.

Morning: animal care for me and yet another raccoon to deal with for Ed. It's like Groundhog reimagined: same events, that refuse to have that umbilical chord severed so that we can move on. The hens seem oblivious to all this. Raccoon? Whatev. We want our morning breakfast.

(More pinks and whites...)

Back at the farmhouse, I bake a strawberry snacking cake. Some attribute the recipe to Martha Stewart, others to the Smitten Kitchen. I see it as a variation of my usual one bowl cakes, only it's not with blueberries and lemon, or rhubarb and almond. It's with strawberries and vanilla. As with all the others, the base is a full fat yogurt and the amount of sugar is less than you'd find in a standard cake. And it is delicious. We gobble it up for breakfast. (Verdicts? Ed: great. Me: yum. Snowdrop: the strawberries are too slimy!)

Later, Ed and I have to take care of some technology issues for my mom. Normally he can do this remotely, but she has managed to get herself off of the Internet, so he cant access her computer from the farmhouse. Off we go!

And now it is time for me to pick up Snowdrop and bring her to the farmette.

How many days of school left? One! "I'm so sad!" Honestly, she doesn't look sad.

(Hair looks shorter?)

(It isn't.)

Still, all five grandkids have had super good school years. You can't hope for this always, for every school year: some teachers are going to be less likable, some kid combos -- suboptimal. But this time around everything went well. After those Covid disruptions, it seemed nothing short of a miracle to have such normal, wonderful school years.

With love...