Mike's garden was overrun with strawberries this year. He has frozen them, given them away, eaten quantities of them, and most of all he has made strawberry jam. Thos are pints and quarts in the picture! Their season has just about run its course, with blueberries and red raspberries beginning to appear in the garden. But the big news is that down toward the other end of Flathead Lake, the Flathead cherries are ripe. I haven't yet made the pie that the bag of Montmerencys promises, but we have gorged ourselves silly on Bings and Rainiers. And not a zucchini in sight!
Vacationing, we ignore the news, except for the local weather, which has been very pleasant. It's cloudy and cool today, but has been sunny and comfortably warm so far. And word has reached me that the Denver area has been having a heat wave since I left...
Melody, age 4, is tan and strong from outdoor fun all summer. She has become fearful of riding her two-wheeler with the training wheels, though, which is disappointing to her bike-riding granny. Oh, well, we'll get there. She's still young for balancing and riding on two wheels.
Lila, Melody's cousin, age 9 months, is doing what her dad calls a "commando crawl". Belly to the ground, working from the feet more than the knees, she draws herself forward mostly by arm strength. She alternates this crawl with a roll to get where she's going.
Grandma is having a good week.
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