Some relief, and carb therapy

I think we might be through the worst of the summer from you-know-where, at least weatherwise. Yesterday was deliciously cloudy and COOL with the barest hint of moisture (see below); today feels – dare I say it? – like a normal Pacific NW summer day. No stretches of days in the upper 90s or higher in the forecast, either. Hallelujah; I can turn the oven on! heh

Last night I made stuffed zucchini; Rick and I polished off two good-sized squash that way. Today I used up the last of the shredded zucchini stored in the fridge to make a lemon zucchini cake – and prompted polished off a big, warm chunk of it. I have been craving some sweet baked goodie and that really hit the spot, physically and psychologically. Yes, I was self-medicating to deal with the stress; hey, there are worse ways.

Here is something else I made with shredded zucchini – twice, because it was that good (thanks for the recipe, Susan!). Pizza, with a grated zucchini crust (served with tabbouleh made with homegrown cucumber and parsley):

The tomatoes in the salad were from my MIL; obviously, her plants are producing better than mine. But look at these little volunteers at the end of the bush beans; they're LOADED with cherry and pear tomatoes! Leigh did a post on landrace garden vegetables; these would be tomatoes to save seeds from if I started tomatoes from seed!

For Chuckie fans (here's looking at YOU, wyomingheart!), here he is checking out Brian's old go-kart. No matter how talented Chuckie is, though, he won't get this machine going; Brian blew the engine out.

Here are some sky shots. #1 was taken on an evening walk; #2 was an arresting sight on my way from barn to house; #3 is a shot of the Big Dipper that I was surprised my iPhone could capture!

The 'peepers' continue to grow and do well in the flock, and will still come up and eat from my hand. 😊 I wonder if Poppy will be any less obsessed with them when they stop peeping and start making 'adult chicken' noises.

Here is Poppy with her sister Penny at one of their recent playdates. You can tell we were at Penny's house; we don't have any green grass here!

My sister sent me the following dark humor today:

What prompted this? The news that one of our cousins is in the hospital with COVID; his wife is at home on oxygen with possible blood clots, also from COVID. He is a doctor, she is a nurse; both are UNvaccinated because they listened to the fifth horse of the Apocalypse. I have no words; the craziness in our world blows the mind.

That's it from a still-parched but more comfortable . . .