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Home again. I packed up, and we had a fine breakfast together, to compensate for not being able to yesterday. The Sparrowhawk had corned beef hash with poached eggs and raisin toast, and somewhat to my surprise, ate it all. He must have been hungry, because he can't usually finish the generous amounts served. I had "two of everything," and I must have been sleepy, because I started to pour coffee on my pancakes instead of syrup! It didn't matter, though. They tasted just as good anyway. I could not, however, finish them. The day was still cloudy, chilly, and breezy. We drove out to the park, wondering what we should choose. Normally, nothing keeps me out of the water. But when water and air are both at about 50 degrees, and the wind is blowing, swimming is a questionable choice. And the Sparrowhawk would definitely NOT be going in . . . so, in the end, I decided our limited time might be better spent enjoying the forest.

We headed out on the island trail, a path we know well. It's a little less challenging than some of the others. We walked along slowly, and sat down every time an opportunity was offered. They've built a lot of benches since we were young! It was so lovely out, even without sunshine--cool and fresh, the green of leaves, ferns, and rushes still vibrant and new, the water lapping in the breeze. The blueberries had just finished blooming, and tiny green berries were forming. They give off a scent that is subtle, but enchanting. There were thick stands of blue and yellow flags, and the yellow water lilies were blooming. We saw an eagle and a heron, and the blackbirds were singing. Every time we sat down, we had a fresh view in front of us. My pack was light because I didn't have the swimming things--just chocolate, oranges, water, and an extra sweater. For once, we managed not to over-extend ourselves too badly!

Before leaving town, we found our way to a new place we'd heard about that billed itself as a deli/butcher/smokehouse. For once, the billing did not lie. Holy smokes, that place was a wonderland of meat! We went there because the Sparrowhawk, on being asked what he'd like for Father's Day, suggested Polish dogs and potato salad. We thought maybe there would be some hot dogs here . . . . Yeah, we emerged with two kinds of hot dogs and three kinds of other sausages. Now I just have to find a cherry pie. And so home. The bonus is that we have to go back sometime in the next couple of weeks, whenever our car is ready.
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