Even more berries!

The poor raspberry plants, of which we started with 6 red and 3 or 4 golden, have become a terrifying thicket,  and several of the plants have collapsed from the weight of the berries.

While I was out relieving the plants of their tasty, tasty burden, one of our neighbors stopped by with his two (ridiculously adorable) kids and asked what I was picking – none of them had ever heard of or tasted a golden raspberry.  Aaron seemed ok with them, the kids would cheerfully have wrestled me to the ground and absconded with the bowl of berries if given half a chance.

Even after feeding the kids enough berries to completely ruin their dinners, I ended up with 2lbs 9.3 ounces (1171 grams) of golden raspberries, 9 grams of red raspberries, and 2lbs 9.8 ounces (1185 grams) of strawberries.

The rest of the garden is coming along very, very slowly.  Half of the beets have bolted and will have to be replanted, all of the bok choy has bolted, and everything else is just tiny so far.  The carrots never bothered to come up at all.  Ver’ sad, that.

And, because I can’t be arsed to go get my camera and take a picture of the bounty of berries, here’s a picture of a cat (since that’s what the internet is for, right?), specifically Matt’s parents’ cat Strider:

First harvest

The garden has provided it’s first edibles of the year!

Today’s harvest:

1lb 3.3oz golden raspberries (548 grams)

2lbs 9.1oz strawberries (1165 grams)

The raspberries and most of the strawberries became 7 jars of jam, and the rest of the strawberries went on top of shortcake and straight into our bellies.  Mmmm.

Back from vacation, and injured twice already


I broke a toe within the first 10 minutes of being home (trying to change into comfy pants, in the closet, stubbed it on the edge of the floor on my way out), and then! I burned myself! ON THE STOMACH! on a hot baking sheet (fresh out of the oven, covered with shortcake for the strawberries, putting away the damned hotpad that I was using, to, yes, not burn myself.  Classy.

The trip east was wonderful, other than the heat.  I’m a mess at anything over 70, and it was in the high 90s the entire time we were there.  (that’s the mid-30s for those of you in the civilized world).

There were house finches, goldfinches, cardinals, grackles, blue jays, robins, mourning doves, red-wing blackbirds, and chipmunks at the bird feeders out back, bats and swallows over the pond in the evenings, along with the first fireflies I’ve ever seen.  Also the craziest sunset I’ve seen in a long time:

We took the train to Chicago one day and went to the Shedd Aquarium.  Much fun was had.  Jellies are amazing.

We also went up to Kenosha, so I got to see the town my dad was born in.  It was insanely windy, on top of being stupid hot, and the sand on the beach was blowing out over the water in huge clouds (didn’t seem to deter the sunbathers, though)

It was a wonderful trip, but it’s really, really good to be home.

“If you sell that picture I’ll sue you”

Said the potter at the farmer’s market as I took this picture.

She followed that up with several iterations of “I’m totally kidding”.   She was actually quite nice, and we ended up buying a set of bowls from her.

I found it really odd that the Bellingham farmers market would put two potters immediately next to each other, both in an area that isn’t freestanding booths, but just vendors tucked in under a roof, so there’s not a lot of visual cues to one vendor’s space ending and another beginning.  This one was fairly obvious – one of the potters was good, the other was much better.

The rest of the market is pretty typical farmers market fare, with only a few standout booths.  I still like the Ballard and U-district markets better, but Bellingham is fun, and breakfast with dad at the Daisy Cafe is worth the trip north.

Our neighbors are a bit touched

They decorate for every holiday.

Every. Single. Holiday.

These were taken just after (on?) Memorial Day.  They’ve left it up as a solid foundation for the 4th of July.  It may or may not be left up for Labor Day, and immediately after Labor Day, they’ll start putting up the halloween stuff.  Every inch of the front half of the house (including the roof), the front lawn, the parking strip, and the tree on the parking strip will be decorated.

Shooting every day

I’ve started carrying my camera with me at all times, which has led to a couple of amusing moments when cops or the Seattle ambassador people assume I’m a tourist.  It has also meant that for the last week or so, I’ve gotten to take pictures all over the place.

I assume I’ll eventually run out of things to take pictures of on my daily walks at lunch, although who knows – every day gives different light and different weather, so things always look a little bit different.

Today we got a short break in the POURING rain, so we ran out to Sketchy Pho*, and I got in a few pictures on the way there.

*we have no idea what the name of the pho place is – but it’s the remaining open business in a building that is otherwise abandoned and falling down.


Covered in bees

There are very few lawns in our neighborhood – almost everyone has replaced them with flower or vegetable gardens.  There isn’t much grass, much to the dog’s disappointment, but there are lots, and lots of bees.  On an average evening walk we will see at least three different kinds of bumblebees, tons of honey bees (pretty sure there are at least a couple of people who have hives within a couple blocks of us), mason bees, and assorted other little winged pollinators.

Note to self: getting up close and personal with a giant lavender bush covered in bees to take pictures will result in me being covered in bees.

Bonus funky plant: