Deli lunch

It was a hot day with a warm wind blowing from the east so I decided to walk down to the Deli for lunch. I was surprised and happy to find the place empty but cool as a cucumber. Instead of my usual broccoli salad, I feasted on baby greens with a cheese biscuit. After lunch, as the gardener watered the wilting plants, I strolled through the nursery and stopped to smell the flowers.

Birthday breakfast

This is Mr. Cowboy's favourite breakfast; a savory croissant bursting with ham, spinach, sun-dried tomatoes and brie. So, for this special birthday we took our little picnic to the river and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.

We waved to the Rocky Mountaineer as it made it's way to the station.
We were not the only ones out this early in the morning.

Before and after

This is the 'before' picture of one of the couch pillows. Note the artistic stitchery and the wonderful shade of mud puddle brown. The other side is even more hideous so I am sparing everyone by not showing it here on my tasteful blog.
And here, after just over an hour in the sewing room, the ugly pillow has been transformed using a beautiful Naramata linen.
The back panel was a lot of fun to design. One section is cut from a vintage halter top, the embroidered flowers echoing the flower motif on the front of the pillow. The striped fabric is from my quilting cotton stash and the button panel is cut from one of Mr. Cowboy's old shirts. Makes it so easy to remove the pillowcase for washing.

Crowd control

I remember being in the middle of a huge crowd in an open field; the Bryan Adams concert had just ended and we were headed en masse for the exit, a very narrow exit. It was just dusk, a warm summer evening and the lake breeze played with our hair. As we shuffled along, shoulder to shoulder, the surge and jostling of the crowd carrying us forward we heard a sound.No, it wasn't the band coming back onto the bandshell for another encore. Someone in the throng mooed like a cow and we all laughed. And from that point on we all calmly advanced to the exit, took our turns going through the gate and walked down the road back to town.

Poppy love

It was quite windy when I tried to capture the beauty of these huge poppies at St. Andrew's but I took the picture anyways knowing that I could never really duplicate what my eyes were seeing.

Hockey biscuits

At 4:28 I made my escape hoping no one would notice. I hurried across the courtyard and breathed a sigh of relief; no security guard to impede my getaway. As I turned the corner into the alley I quickened my pace, happy to see Mr. Cowboy, engine idling like a Clyde waiting for his Bonnie. Through alleys and deserted streets, we made it back to our hideout with just enough time to uncork some red to enjoy with our linguini as we watched the Canucks hammer the Bruins.
To celebrate another great win by the Canucks, I made a triple batch of my award winning blueberry biscuits for our brunch this morning.

Thursday collage

This far-reaching rainbow appeared in the sky last night after the Canucks won the first game in the Stanley Cup Finals.
My lemon tree is now outside; it's blooming and looking good.
He was 77 when we first moved here and he is still going strong despite losing his wife and a son. Always up on current events, the latest scuttle-butt on our cul-de-sac, and knows how to fight city hall. Loves home-baking and to show his appreciation for the latest treat (buttermilk pancakes) he brought over this wonderful bouquet of my favourite flowers.