My cousin Lynn has an organic apple orchard here in Saskatchewan and since she's home this weekend, she brought apples ... lots and lots of apples. (Shelleeeeee..... come back and help me make pies!!!!)

But there will be no baking today. I'm going over to Golden Grain Farm to transplant perennials away from the house and out to the garden so they won't be disturbed when Scott gets around to digging around the foundation. Everett has gone next door to help Scott's mom and dad dig up potatoes. Scott's out doing something with cattle -- the never-ending something to do with cattle -- and Emil, well, he's sitting behind me on the couch looking up to doing very little.

Yesterday we heard there was a forecast for a foot of snow, but later in the day it was changed to no snow. I haven't pulled up any flowers because they are still blooming profusely and I can't do it -- I just can't do it -- when they are so happy as they are and still so beautiful. If we get a snowfall before I get them out, then c'est la vie. I'll clean them up in the spring instead.

And now, on with my red rubber boots and out the door I go.