Sunday was a slow start, as muffins had to be made (and a few consumed) before we headed for the Kortright Conservation Area north of the city.
It's a nice enough place but what it made it truly special and ever so relaxing was the chance to splash - and get one's feet soaked!! - in the brook and then lie on the pebbly riverbed, soaking up the sun's 21 degree rays.
When we finally tore ourselves away from the water, we eased the pain with a massive leaf pile in a bid to bury young miss.
Side trip on the way home to the love to hate/hate to love Ikea for a new duvet cover and pillowcases. Ah, bliss to sink into them and they make our bedroom look slightly less like the family's dumping ground that it actually is.
And then, yet again, we dined outside on some of our own harvest, as well as that of others. This time of year is perfect for appreciating the "fairy lights" that we entwined with our grape arbour. It became dark enough to see stars cut out of our tin lanterns, "stars" in the arbour and stars in the sky. Magical.
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