July 27, 2019
The day passed in a blur. I made a raspberry cake early, the best version yet, but it still needs even more fruit (my fault, not the recipe). Once I picked up Sparky, it was like time both stood still and raced. We are not used to entertaining anyone, let alone all day. And it was Sparky, so I should be in Michigan, right? Time and geographic displacement messes with your mind. Possibly the best bit of the day was harvesting the potatoes – which was successful in many respects. And the headache that threatened all day never fully broke through.