Things continue much as usual–the garden, the farm, the grandkids get the bulk of our time and attention. Oh, and of course, there is always the Weims. We cannot forget them. Just before the baler arrived we snapped a few photos atop the bales.

Earlier this morning I wrote how we had gone out for dinner. Friday evenings we sometimes dine out. Matsy’s is our favorite place in Ontario. Just as we finished our dinner a couple came in the front door (we were seated near there) and as they walked by I felt as if I knew the woman. I said to Cliff, “I think that is Rosanne Namba.” By then they had passed our table. We really couldn’t get a decent look now or before without being kind of rude, you understand. (Haha) As we stood to leave my eyes locked onto the woman’s eyes and in an instant, someone from the past connected. We had a little moment there, and it was great.