It's a surprisingly mild day at the farmette. When I went out to check the rain gauge and bird feeders, it actually kind of felt like spring again.
It's not. In fact, today is decorating the farmette house day for Christmas! Yay.
I figure we're close enough to December that I can get away with it.
It's been a couple of weeks, and I've been busy reconnecting with the women of my life. So, I thought I'd share.
In the Before-Times (of the pandemic), I used to organize what I called a "Ladies who Lunch". Every month or two, I'd send out an email to some of my closest colleagues from my old days working in communications at the Ministry of Agriculture, Food and Rural Affairs, book a table at a Guelph restaurant and see who might want to come. The Friday before last was only the second 'Ladies' we've had since the BT, and it was a corker. We laughed, we cried, we reminisced and caught up with one another's lives. So great to get together with (l to r) Pat Inett, moi, Helene Gadoury, Vivian Webb, Susan Murray and Ornella Osborne.
We also had what sister Sandy called a mini-girls' weekend at her place in Lady Bank near Feversham. It was a bit sketchy because a big snowstorm threatened to derail our plans, but we went ahead anyway. Leanne (second from right) had to come the farthest - she lives near St. Thomas. Karen (far right) is near Woodstock, and I, of course, had to do the trek from Durham. It was worth it.
Saturday afternoon, we did a wreath workshop with a local florist named Annabelle, who owns the Twig and Brindille Flower Farm. Never thought I was the crafty type, but I gotta say, all of us did very well with our projects. Each now hangs proudly on our doors.
Yesterday, I took a crack at doing my own thing with found items at the farmette, and it turned out pretty well, too! I didn't have as much grapevine and no dried flowers except the hydrangea, but I like it.
But back to last Saturday. We had a huge, scrumptious meal at the Hearts Tavern and Bar in Kimberley. Niece Rachel volunteered to be the designated driver, and we were so grateful, partly because we really enjoyed the Prosecco and partly because it was a right blizzard by the time we finished. Luckily, Rachel is a fearless 26-year-old, and she got us home safe and sound.
Anyway, I gotta say that I'm fortunate to know so many smart, talented, funny ladies who make me think and laugh. Until next week.
Gratuitous cat photo courtesy of Wilma, who with Fred entered our lives almost exactly three years ago as drop-off kittens. Love the little buggers.
