A broken window in California.
So, I have relocated. I am out in orchard country now. Soon we will plant the cuttings I brought from my garden for Third Sons herb garden. Then I am taking on another supermarket, with a better list. I am getting good at this. My son is a great cook too so he is fun to shop with. The chilli bin/cooler, that travelled across America ahead of me, has been opened and we will be grilling lamb chops this evening. Sorry John, I know it is below freezing and has been snowing out there and you and Daisy are in a winter routine but out here in California it is a beautiful, calm, clear and sunny day!
Love c
The Kitchen's Garden 
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I’ve been to a lot of places in the country, including a few in this world and nothing compares to the life one can live in NorCal. 🙂
It is an amazingly beautiful area.. very green, i can see why you loved growing up there! c
Temperatures are up and down around here. Flurries yes, but nothing I would call snow. That’s waiting for you when you come back. Enjoy it while you got it out there!
Thanks for the update, it is sure to turn when my plane lands!.. c
What a pretty photo!
Thank you.. c
Chilly bin is the best phrase ever! Haven’t heard it in soooo long now that I live in the States, but I say it to myself in my head every time I pack the cooler for a party or camping…
It is funny how we say things without thinking and it is entertaining for the people who have never heard such a collection of words! c
In grad school there were only three of us that served as teaching fellows in my second year, so we were very close. One of the guys was from Oz (and had his 16-year-old daughter along for the year), and when we got together for one of our family afternoons we played Pictionary (artists are terrible at it, contrary to the general belief, because we waste too much time on attempted pictorialism instead of quick symbols). John’s brother was also visiting from Oz. By the end of the game we were all paralyzed with laughter, because of course half of the clues were strictly Americanisms and half of John and Libbie and Dave’s answers were straight-up Aussie terms. We all spent the whole time trying to sort our candy floss from our cotton candy and our chooks from our hens. Too right!
Is that what cotton candy is? I can just imagine the hysteria, that really would have been a fun night, especially if there was not a correctness nitwit in the bunch!! She’ll be right bro, where are the sheilas? c