Yesterday after church we went to a friend's house for tea....on the terrace...in the butterfly garden. I pinched myself a few times just to be sure it was real.
After lunch we went on a walk to pick blackberries on an old paved-over railway:
It was reminiscent of the Amador City backroads, except without the cattle pastures.
A few days ago I went with Leanne to the hair salon. I didn't want to stare, but I'm pretty sure the woman running the shop was Molly Weasley.
It's raining, so I'm catching up on Harry Potter before the busyness of school starts. The kittens don't seem to mind having me around the house.
Dizzy was eager to help me update the blog today.
In other news, my hometown has been on fire. There are a few thousand fire fighters getting it contained, but it's been surreal to watch it all unfold on social media from 5,000 miles away.
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