i discovered this morning that despite the indisputable fact that my genetics are 100% english, if i press my belly button when the temperature is below minus thirty celsius, a canadian flag pops out of my head. oh so cool!!!
wendy and i got to share sunday night with friends at nancy carter's gorgeous home. she accurately describes her sweet funky lodgings as "a visual feast". oh man! that is for sure. i would happily camp out there for days just to savour everything . . .
for now though, we were there to sample sherry and port. all kinds.
nancy walked us through each of the bottles with the kind of understanding care you give to people like me who drink whatever tastes good . . . or even whatever doesn't taste that good but provides the requisite enthusiasm for the circumstances. i left her home a more knowledgeable and appreciative person. (and half in the bag.)
a ton of fun was had by us and we ate yummy tidbits of meat, fish, nuts, cheeses, breads and fruit.
the view through the front window of a lovely little bar filled with great local music and excellent beer. it's a cold cold day, so the windows are alternately frosted over or running with moisture . . . . it all depends on whether the heat is on or not!
a sweet morning walk in .... the people running the dams let out easily two or more feet of water depth last night with the result being that the ice skin on the surface has been busted every which way and there are places where there's open water! that open water met the cold morning air and drifted over everything by the river!!!