The birds evidently want to make sure we don’t make beetle pickles this fall. Once they had their way with the beets, they started in on the Swiss chard. I think netting is in order for next year. Ed is useless as a protector of the produce. Though there have been jackrabbit sightings as close as the alley and next door, our lettuce seems safe so far. Perhaps that’s what Ed considers worth guarding.
My mom went along to meet Saskatoon HOME publisher and my pal Amanda Soulodre at our recent editorial meeting. We lined up the story assignments for the fall issue, due out in early September. Mom’s been a HOME reader for years, and now that she’s a Saskatoon citizen, this was her first chance to meet the woman behind it all!
Jim was pretty impressed that Saskatoon’s mayor Charlie Clark called him out by name in the crowd and made sure he got a Canada Day cupcake. We attended the festivities at Diefenbaker Park, watched the fly over, reaffirmed our citizenship, and posed with the RCMP. And got our annual serving of dry ribs.
For all those good dads out there, including my husband, my son and step-son who know what being a father is all about. And to my dad, Fred, 91, our first Father’s Day in the same town in many, many years. I hope you like your cupcakes!
Anyone have suggestions about getting rid of these ornery little beasties? They’re chewing on my potato plants and I’m worried about my beans. The wrens have been clipping off my beets as they come up.
Farming. It’s always something.