Not Safe for Hearts: Poutine pie—Shog wants to try this. I do not.
One morning at the market. Warning for naked carrots. WS for people.
How was the weather for everyone, today? It felt to me as if stepping outside was stepping into simmering water. I'm really glad that I didn't have anywhere else to be after the farmers' market. *prays to weather gods for a break*
I'm prepared to make sacrifices for cooler, dryer air. What do you think the weather gods would accept?