"See if you can guess," said the message from my Herefordshire farming friend, "who the lady holding the bouquet is."
So. Evidence. Message is from Great Britain. Lady wearing that style of dress and sensible shoes, holding a bouquet, surrounded by a small group that looks like English Gentry. Gotta be a Royal.
Other than The Queen, I have no real idea who the Royals are or how the whole thing works. But for some reason I knew that she was Princess Anne. My farmer friend added, "She was on her way back from the Royal Welsh Show which is being held for first time since Covid. Someone got her to come and open a building they had built for foreign visitors, and as a neighbour and friend I was invited along."
I got a recipe for slime from one of the ewww!toobe mom channels I follow. If that isn't an odd sentence for a Naval Air Cowman to blog up and post, I don't know what is. Which feels like a pretty cool thing for some reason. Anyway...
They had a great deal of fun making their own slime. Which lasted about 20 minutes. Then the boy was off the play minecraft, whatever that is, with big brother. And the little one wanted to go outside and play with daddy longlegs.
I get such enjoyment from adventuring with the littles. When they're not being grumpy or recalcitrant their open minded curiosity is delightful, and reminds me of the old saying that grownups should strive to be childlike and fight against being childish.
Sometimes I pull it off. It almost always takes an assist from these precious miniature ape-lizards. When I put these things in a reasonable context, the concept of blessed seems far too small and insignificant.
Be well and embrace the blessings of liberty.