Sunday, August 03, 2008

August Afternoon

Nothing quenches my thirst like water. Cold and clear, I can feel its coolness trickle down my throat and into my tummy. We keep jugs in the fridge all the time, and unlike our American friends, we rarely serve ice with our water. On really hot days, yes, but it's the exception rather than the rule.

I love flavouring the water with herbs from my garden. I just pick a bunch and plop them into the pitcher. Over a day or so the water takes on the delicate taste of lemon balm or mint, even rosemary.

The piece of lace in the picture is one that my daughter brought back from Estonia. It's of knitted lace - not crocheted. Probably 24 inches long and oval-shaped, Ashley said the lady who sold her the piece said that she makes 3 or 4 of these in a day.

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