It didn't really feel like Canada Day as we headed out to the farm to put in a bunch of punpkins and other veggies on the farm. George was already out there with Greg but ultimately the only conversations we had were about hoses, water, tomato cages, and drainage. It was ironic that the area is so flooded that water has to be pumped at least a kilometer but a stones-throw from the drainage pipe, the garden is dry as dusk and needs to be watered. Against my better judgement, we dragged ourselves to the Albert Street bridge later that evening and watched the fireworks. They were nice and without them, we'd probably not have felt like we even had a Canada Day this year for lack of beaches or barbeques or visiting friends and family.