Category: Seasons

family, Seasons

Quiet so Suddenly

 

Or maybe it’s not so sudden, really… I’m going to give myself permission to not keep up here for the rest of the month. Despite all my best intentions and even remembering to take pictures, I’m just not posting as much as I wanted to. Life is like that, sometimes. I’ll be back in September, after my grandfather’s memorial, after blueberry season, after this sprained ankle allows me to walk again, after peach canning, and after the first day of school. Be well, where ever you are.

homesteading, Seasons

I Cannot Tell a Lie

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Look what our cherry tree did this summer! It’s been one of those rare occasions when a kitchen scale would have been helpful. Since we don’t have one, I’ve no idea how much fruit our tree produced this year. We’ve eaten lots of cherries, and there are two bags in the freezer all ready to be converted into cherry cobbler. I even borrowed the neighbor’s ladder only once, leaving everything I couldn’t reach on my own for the birds … and I still feel like I came out ahead. Save

homesteading, Seasons

Spring’s Toll

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Spring in these parts has been… well, to say “atypical” is to be nice about it. “Worst spring ever” is a more common description. Cooler than normal. Wetter than usual. Snow pack is something like 39,000% of normal. Some of this I haven’t really objected to, much. Yes, I’ve been a bit cranky that we still can’t reliably picnic on Wednesdays, but, as a person whose brain shuts off when it gets hot, I can’t say that the temperatures that only sometimes make it to 70 degrees have really bothered me. It’s been nice not really thinking much about watering …

Seasons

Solstice in Fremont, 2011

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I left the sunscreen at home this morning, since it was abundantly obvious that no one would be getting sunburned at the Fremont Solstice Parade today. It’s been one of the worst springs on record, and today, three days from the first day of summer, was rainy and cold. Actual puddles and everything. We went anyway, of course. At this point, it’s a tradition to go, partly to mark the beginning of summer and the slow shifting back to the dark time of year, but also as part of Caitlyn’s birthday season. She’s older now and knows the parade doesn’t …

in the kitchen, Seasons

I can haz asparagus?

 

It’s the return of the Columbia City Farmers’ Market! (Which probably means it will rain this afternoon). I’m so, so, so hoping there is asparagus. Not sure yet what I’ll do with it – quiche, Spanish tortilla, cooked with a little garlic, tossed with a cream sauce over noodles – but, please, let there be asparagus. Because I have to wait two more years before I can harvest any of this. That’s 2013, folks, before I can cut and eat any of the asparagus I grow myself. I have to visit it in the p-patch and drool and keep my …

Seasons, sewing

Caitlyn’s Easter Bunny

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I went through a phase when I was about 13 or 14 when I made stuffed animals. I was taking a sewing class as an elective in junior high and somehow there were these kits you could order: “fur”, plastic eyes, stuffing, instructions. I made at least three of them: a cat, a turtle, and a parrot. I never did figure out how to not get the fur caught in the seams, so they all look a little weird, soft and fuzzy except where the fabric pieces come together. And then I finished the class, went on to high school, …