Bought a new shirt on my travels. And don't you love my shoes. They have no heels.

Each day I walk briskly past this field where six of the horses are pastured. This morning two Blue Herons rose from the water upon my approach. They flew just over to the other side of the dugout, so I extended my daily stroll and disturbed them and watched them fly away, again.

I wish I knew how to show you this picture with all its attendant sounds and the smell of the warm and powerful wind that blew me right off course a number of times.

We had a rain in the wee hours of the morning and have been blessed with three-quarters of an inch of water. I lay in the dark, listening to the thunder and the wind and the raindrops on the roof, reassured that all was well with the world.

xoxoetc
~~Kate

~~~~~~~~~~ quilted by me Ma ~~~~~~~~~

I do not think of myself as a small person. I am almost five-foot-five, and weigh 128 pounds. I am small-boned, but not birdlike or delicate. My sense of myself is of standing solidly on high-arched smallish feet beneath a curved hip section. My hands are relatively minuscule, but solid.

Once at the Calgary Zoo, Farmbeau asked me if I thought I was the same size as one of the tigers. I said yes. He laughed. “That thing weighs 1000 pounds! You’re nowhere near its size.”

~~~~~ new nightie, new bedspread ~~~~~

In Kelowna, it was 100 degrees F in the shade that day we worked with Biff, and every other day we were there, too, but maybe one. I relate to the suffering, Beth. We never wanted to leave Suzanne and Biff's air-conditioned home.

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