Great Harvest Challah bread, which Jackie got a loaf of as her contribution to food for workers at the Spinners and Weavers Guild Show and Sale, but which didn’t all get eaten, turns out to make outstanding garlic bread. Who knew?
I missed joining Jackie for a volunteer stewardship day at Meadowbrook Park yesterday because I was doing taiji in Morrissey Park instead. She wasn’t quite done when I got there to pick her up, so I used the time to walk in the prairie.
While I was there I got some pictures of bumblebees that turned out pretty well. Click through to embiggen enough to actually see the bumblebees.
Bumblebee on flower:
Bumblebee in flight:
Here are the lilies in full bloom, shown with Jackie admiring them.
The penultimate lily of summer.
For a couple of weeks we had dozens of lilies each day. For a while Jackie would count them. Then she decided that it would really be more respectful to great each one by name, so she started doing that. (Fortunately, they’re all named Lily, so it was pretty easy.)
We can see one more bud, so we’re expecting one more lily tomorrow or the next day, but then they’ll be done until next summer, I guess.
Jackie: Walking from the study into the bedroom, I passed through a spot where it was actually cool.
Me: That’s because all the cools were heading for the staircase to go downstairs. It’s what they do.
Jackie: “It’s what they do.” That explains it.
Me (talking about putting sauce on pizza crust): And when I say spreadulated, I actually mean spreadificated.
“I have finished my book,” I said, closing my library book.
“I have finished my book,” Jackie said, closing her library book at the exact same moment I closed mine.
“How syncronisical,” I said.
“Yes,” Jackie said. “Syncronisical is exactly what it was.”
“It’s a good word,” I said.
“Yes,” Jackie agreed. “It doesn’t get used often enough.”
Made Jackie’s drink with an extra dash of orange bitters: The summer shandy of martinis.