Well not really… but some of them are people, and some of them are from my neighbourhood…

We finally made it out to the farm in Redwater. Which really isn’t a farm; except for the part that is. The house and and half of the back yard are in a suburban-looking townsite, but just beyond the trees and the gazebo you find the traditional old wooden granaries and automobile-stuffed shop which border on acres of pasture and canola. Pretty place.

The weather sucks pretty much every night but the light can be awesome with storm clouds and setting suns.

“I’m hungry: feed me.” “Ok, I’ll whip up some pasta…” And this is what I get: flowers in my salad! Some neighbours just don’t appreciate the art of ordering a pizza when you are lazy 😉