Off to Margo

If it weren't for your eyes stinging and the heavy smoke in the distance, you'd hardly know there are more than 100 wildfires up north right now. Must be getting used to the odour of it.

I went to Karen's this afternoon to spend a few hours with her and Dad. She gave us a nice supper, I helped her clean up and she sent me home with several jars of goodies — among them a fresh strawberry jam made with honey instead of sugar and granny smith apple instead of pectin.

Dad watching the news on TV

Couldn't see the other side of the lake due to the smoke hanging over the water.