Salmon feast being unloaded with ample tipple.
We spied wild ginger in the woods behind.
This time I wore enough clothing and hand knits that others remarked. But I was so cold last time I didn't enjoy it. I am a wimp. Especially when the weather starts turning.
We are lucky now to have sunshine. The rain has been medieval and the last of the garden flowers are beaten about the face and neck.
Still, we are thankful. And it looks like this effort has paid off with spending more time with my sisters.