Beautiful weather and jam happening make a good Sunday at Regalridge

Sunday not being the end of the week end is not a common event and the kennel is showing its understanding of that fact.  There was still some coming and going but the gates didn't swing as often as usual and the dogs enjoyed the great weather.  Our Ken, of course, was in his gardens - happy to be weeding and sorting.  There was a plum crop this year and it landed in the kitchen late afternoon.  That was post-hunting and gathering.  It seemed to be a successful trip to the village, offering up raspberries that didn't grow at Regalridge this year with a request that jam be made while they were still warm.  That happened - two batches of raspberry and one of peach now adorn the kitchen counter.  We are in business for the winter.  There was a trip to check on Shelagh's house and a requirement to call the Trustee tomorrow as a result of a paper on the door.  Shelagh remains in Tatamagouche.  She is coping and has begun work on her computer that was taken up earlier in the year.  The speech therapist was contracted yet again (she is a tremendous resource) and is assisting Shelagh regain some of her computer skills with a specialized program.  Kendra is home and struggling to regain her ability to live outside a hospital environment.  It will take time. 

The kennel is full.  Rozzie has the first run and is managing it with intent.  Lily is next to her - the most delightful of Basset hounds with ears arriving five minutes before she does.  Liard departed mid-day with a wave and a promise to return.  Ruff continues to look after his yard, managing his areas with retriever energy.  Bubbles and Chynaa trotted up the yard with all of their paraphernalia and settled in for a short visit.  They are the greatest pair - the Peke all eyes and the Crested all legs.  What a combination.  Little Megan remains (even though we promised her family would return soon) and is tapping her toe.  Ann and Marlene may have a bit of a temper to subdue on their arrival in NS.  Ben and his extended requirements are all being managed.  He is doing so much better than his last visit and seems to be very much on the mend.  Indy left late in the day - with a wave and a trot down the drive.   Welsh are wonderful at managing what life deals out with little concern apparent.  Live for the day is a breed standard.  Reese and Jack have bonded.  She is sporting a new haircut and Jack is looking good so posing is important to the Airedales among us.

The house dogs were torn. Jam anchored Lee in the kitchen and Marilla, Piper and Nick felt compelled to assist but also felt the call of the beautiful weather.  The door had a good work out.  Paula was relieved that there were no reasons for a good bark and managed to enjoy her day on the deck, joined on occasion by the little Norwich.  Even Jack (who loves to be inside) found spots in his yard to rest and think Welsh thoughts.  There was lots of activity to keep everyone interested - the fruit stand across the road was busy, the birds were flying overhead and they were haying yet again in the back fields.  Ken was riding around on the tractor and there was a visit from folks who are taking one of Laurel's puppies next month.  That makes a good day in the neighbourhood.

Dinner was a summer delight.  Ken decided to put a prime rib roast on the bar b cue and Lee made hodge podge with the day's fresh vegetables - newly dug potatoes, carrots, peas and both snap beans.  Peach crisp rounded out the evening.  A good day.