Yesterday, Elaine and I awoke to find that our basement had flooded and that our chicken run was on the verge of collapse - the torrential rains from the past few days playing a part. Elaine spent much of the day vacuuming water from the downstairs while I had a friend come over to study about what to do with the run.
After I worked on two magazine articles, I went gathering wineberries for two hours and ended up picking a quart, which we froze for the winter. If I can average gathering a quart of wineberries a day for the next fortnight, then do the same with blackberries for the following two weeks, we should have enough in the freezer for future pies and cobblers. Of course, some of the berries will be made into jam.
The highlight of the day was going to our daughter Sarah's and her husband David's house for dinner. Our one-year-old grandson Sam is now walking. It is fascinating to watch him follow our conversations now and to see him laugh when we laugh. It is all part of learning how to be a social human.
Our chickens, despite their coup problems, even enjoyed the Independence Day celebration, as they were rewarded with a slab of watermelon.