Floral scents are in the air. And so are bees. Beautiful morning for cycling.

Wednesday nights are dangerously becoming funky chicken nights. I'm still working on the size of a bag of chips that's not too small and not too big. Last week we had X-large, tonight only large and some lovely chips still ended up in the bin. We might have to settle for medium. We very quickly decided on a favourite salad. Continuing the tradition of local settlors: greek. Walking around the neighbourhood you can still sometimes spot some of the last century migrants hanging out on their front porches.

Hanna's moved to level 4 in her reading. Her first L4 book was about jumping spider. I must now quickly research if these live locally as well.