So wasn't I surprised yesterday when I discovered that April 5's entry of this blog had been censored and was removed for the crime of  including material unfit for human consumption. An assault upon Google's terms and conditions of use which forbids any kind of indecency, hate-mongering, posting of unadulterated lies harmful to society, and, of course, proscribed pornography. 

 

 

I just stared at the message. WOT??? But there it was, that innocent little blog entry with its endearing photographs of two little dogs and a bevy of small wild creatures placed in the trash heap. Can any blog entry be more anodyne than one written by an 85-year-old lover of nature? I suppose everything is in the eye of the beholder. Beholding the contents of that blog, reading the narrative, blinking at the photographs I would have suspected most readers would think nothing amiss with it.

 

 

They obviously lack the eagle eye of Google's busy little critics. So what do I know about the impermissible, after all? I changed some of the wording, thinking that might do the trick. Then re=posted. And it seemed to work, but then I'm a complete neophyte and had no idea how to react to rectify the situation. I thought it was back up. This morning I discovered otherwise. So I fiddled about and wrote a rather sarcastic note to the powers-that-be.

 

 

It's back up again. Leaving me to wonder: How did I transgress? On the other hand, does it really matter? In the sense that I spend valuable time putting it together, it matters to me, even if low on the scale of matters of importance. Perhaps it's the stubborn me that doesn't like being put down for no good (or at least discernible) reason.

 

 

We had a simple meal yesterday, quick to prepare and hitting all the right nutrition and taste notes. I was able to use the broccoli that Irving traded for Harvard beets the evening before, to make a cream of broccoli soup.With it, grilled cheese sandwiches and sliced fresh plums for dessert. Light but satisfying. This evening's dinner will be a little bit more substantial. I'd forgotten I had a package of ground veal in the freezer and tucked it into the refrigerator last night to begin unthawing.

 

 

And then, when we returned from our hike through the ravine this afternoon, I set about making a meat pie of it. Inclusive of olive oil-simmered chopped onion and garlic, grated potato and carrot to join the veal, along with tomato paste, allspice, nutmeg and pepper for flavouring. 

 

The weather was an absolute delight. So beautiful, with the sun out and at that point the temperature had reached 11.4C, so I hauled an edger out of the garden shed and used it to begin clarifying the garden beds. The soil was much, much too wet, but I persisted. I really want to do the garden beds and borders at the front of the house, once all the snow has left. For that I'll have to wait.

 

 

Apart from cleaning the bathrooms and laying out new towels in preparation for laundry day tomorrow, I thought I'd give the furniture dusters and the dry floor mophead a good hot, soapy wash. Since it was a perfect day to put everything out on the deck to drip-dry.

 

By the time we were ready to set out for our ravine hike, the day had become even warmer, gaining another few degrees. So we wore light jackets and Jackie and Jillie none. We're expecting three consecutive days of rain beginning tomorrow, so we thought we'd do well to stay out for a good long time and extend our hike through the trails. No complaints from Jackie and Jillie.

 

 

We had thought that yesterday was a perfect early spring day, but today's weather topped yesterday's. The sky clear, a vast ocean of blue, the wind barely perceptible, and an all-enveloping warmth. Jackie and Jillie seemed as taken as we were with the delight of the weather, and they scampered happily downhill into the ravine, racing ahead of us, finding all manner of fascinating messages left for their attention from the other canine habitues of the ravine. We obediently followed them.