This would have been Rebecca’s mother’s 92nd birthday. I only met Audrey late in her life, but she made a big impression. She was joyful and artistic, and interested in others. Rebecca and her sister, Victoria, had wonderful birthday parties for Audrey every middle of July at their charming farm near New Melle, and we were lucky enough to be included. Last year, the party was a celebration of Audrey’s life. She died at age 90, peacefully, at home. This year, the party could not be held because of the virus, but the James sisters delivered plates of delicious treats to Audrey’s friends today in her memory.
Audrey turns 89 
Audrey and Laverne, 2018
Jane and I rushed to the mailboxes to retrieve our treats. Victoria left them, maintaining a vast social distance, and texted to notify us.
Jane at the mailbox
It was another day of rest, as I strive to get back to full riding strength. But there was plenty of outdoor work to do, until the heat finished me off. I didn’t take many pictures today. I did use my phone camera to try to capture the bees, who are delighted to have found the hibiscus.
Harry relaxed on the porch in the late afternoon. Cora relaxed on the mounting block.
All is well and relatively boring here, for which we are profoundly grateful. Harry’s head is healing, the animals are enduring the heat, and the garden is growing.
Stay safe, stay well, stay happy, as we muddle through these strange times. Peace.
Thanks for sharing. Harry and Jane never looked better. I think I might look into a fun headdress for a future birthday celebration. Peace, L
Love the hairy pictures of Harry
Yes, he made the mistake of lying down on the bed in a black shirt! Might be time to wash the bedspread…
Oh, one of my friends advises it is easy to find tomato worms with a black light at dusk
I will look into finding a blacklight! Thanks!
I’m gobbling up Paul Theroux’s non-fiction works, he does so well, traveling the world and listening to the people. He listens to the ordinARY FOLK, MOSTLY POOR AND STRUGGLING THAT MAKE UP MOST OF OUR WORLD. (TO SICK of tech to fix this mistake of capitlization). Anyway, Paul is often photographed in black, inclusive of his black hat. So here is Harry in his black, the artist, reminds me much of Paul. If you haven’t read him, oh my, lucky you to find him! Artists, what a full life, to create, and the found ones, to be paid for it! Awesome, way to go Harry!! I never tire of your blogs Anne, you make chores seem interesting, if not darn near engaging! Thank you again, from KY!
Thank you for remembering our mother in your blog. She would have been so excited to read this! Harry looks very dapper regardless of the pet hair. I’m glad you and he had some rest because you work so much taking care of your beautiful animals and home.