|... my neighbour's deck and birch tree -- May 3rd...|
I told him the only regret I had on leaving is that I hadn’t had time to go to D Dutchman Dairy for a scoop of their ice-cream. He wheeled right around and we stopped by the outlet which was at its best. No big loads of tourists pouring out of buses. Just us, walking up and down the glass cases, trying to figure out which would be the best flavour to order. Greg was modest – a one-scooper. I choose the size which they call enormous – and well worth every bite. And having tasted so many of the varieties in my life, I already have my opinion about what is best, though that opinion may vary when I walk up and down the isle, trying to decide how to pick only two flavours.
|... the climbing area in our backyard playground ...|
Greg and I were on our way back to Alberta. I like driving with him. He never breaks the speed limit. He always stops for a cookie and some milk – either at Golden or at Revelstoke ... or if I am lucky, at both places. He is a pleasant conversationalist. If I am lucky he will talk about politics. Or maybe even the news.
|... Ride-A-Duck is seen behind a snowed in trike ...|
Spring in Alberta could look like a day in any of the seasons.
For example, when we woke up the next morning, it could have been winter with that 10 centimeters of snow.
I don’t care if it falls or not. I faithfully plant my sweet pea seeds on April 1st.
I took a course where the instructor said that this is the thing to do ... and what is the use of taking a course, if you don’t listen to the teacher. This year I planted the Dominion Day package – just white and red.
They shall bloom before July 1st, or they will suffer.