14.9°C Not observed 
Am so glad to be able to pass on that Norm Gronskei is alive and well after his motor vehicle incident - a bit battered and bruised but upright, mobile and back at Gun Lake.
Am hazy on the details but Gronskei has another story to add to his wealth of stories about the Bridge River Valley,
Heather Murray has been sharing the bounty from her garden: mmm, lettuce, baby carrots, romaine. It is great having produce that is so fresh and she delivers! Forgot to thank her last time.
And Joanna Hurst has been selling her garden surplus, which has been a real boon to those of us who never did get the salad garden planted. Never had Chinese cabbage before or bok choy. Remember those purple potatoes last year?
Am saddened to pass on that former resident Bob McLennan was killed in a car accident in Prince George shortly after he returned home from the Bralorne Reunion. Our thoughts are with his family; we are sorry for their loss.
Well, Jane Doe has not eaten the blooming gladiolus yet, but she has snacked on some of the lilies, although this year I got the Starfighter Lily before she did.
I wonder if she is the one that has been spotted in or near town with a bambi. The low-hanging apples on the tree near the gate appear to have been part of the salad bar as well and the giant white phlox disappeared overnight last Tuesday.
A smallish black bear has been seen around our end of town way too many times but, thankfully, no sign of El Huge-o so far.
There was a bumper crop of saskatoon berries this year and that fed the black bear for a while; now he is probably waiting for the apples, pears and plums.
Our apples are still hard and sour but turning a nice colour.
The plums are nowhere close to being ready and are on only one side of the tree while the pear tree did not even flower this year.
Guess some years are like that. They just make Mother Nature look crazy.
Never a dull moment with a Coonhound around.
Looked up the breed on the Internet - on a scale of one to five, Coonhounds rank a five in potential to bark. Bark? No. Howl? Yes. At loud noises, mostly. Sometimes not even that loud.
Action at the gun range (and there are some big guns as guys sight their rifles for hunting season) echoes our way and really rattles Dixie, although we are making progress. Once she knows it is "OK", so is she. But it is a hard-fought battle.
She came from the SPCA who got her from the pound in Kamloops so her history is unknown and she is quite timid.
Time, love and patience are what it takes and we have all three.
Feline Myca has her own ways of relating to Dixie and sometimes it is like our very own gong show.
Entertainment potential on a scale of one to five? Five.
Wish I had a clever quotation handy. Maybe next time. Sayonara.
",,,late in the evening, hear the wind blow." Ah, a neighbourhood full of windchimes.
