The beginning of July usually triggers all summer activities -- picnics, barbecues, swimming and the smell of fresh-cut grass. This year, that doesn't seem to be the case, at least in this area. We're still wearing sweatshirts and dodging downpours. A wild beast ate our propane barbecue valve hose, so we haven't done any outdoor grilling yet. The cooler weather didn't stop the hummingbird-sized mosquitoes from attacking between the car and the front door.
Some gave up on the idea of cutting the grass. Literally.
This is my neighbour's yard. It looks like the job was abandoned mid-mow.I wonder who's been shirking their duties for the last three weeks.
My daughter and I took advantage of a break in the weather to check out The Canada Day festivities on Main Street.
We saw a little red...
A little white...
And my daughter had a little of the blues.
She apparently didn't approve of all those cut-off blue jeans...
The line for the beer garden was astronomically long, but the line for the food was mercifully short. We grabbed a couple of charred burgs and walked past the beer garden, where a local band played 70s rock with more enthusiasm than skill. Two bare chested guys danced with abandon in front of the stage, somehow managing to balance their beers. I wanted to take a picture, but Beth wouldn't let me.
Happy rest of the weekend, folks! I hope you get to do summery things.
