Life Lessons From the Month of August{26}

Where I once saw pumpkin, I now only see pie.

Where some see a pumpkin, I see pie.

If there’s one benefit to aging, it’s my growing belief that while I may be losing hair, I’m may also be gaining wisdom, especially when I have the good sense to observe, listen and learn on a regular basis. Heck, by the time I’m 60, I should be a genius! And now with August a faint, warm breeze away, I look back and ask myself just what life lessons did I learn in the waning days of summer. In this post, I’ll share a few of my August epiphanies.


1. Farm equipment is not limited to John Deere.

radio flyer

My Radio Flyer red wagon doubles as a flower cart.

The idea of spending $300 on farm cart did not sit well with me or my wallet. So $10 and one garage sale later, I acquired a most suitable, affordable flower cart. (And no children were disappointed in the purchase of this wagon. Seems pull toys are passe.)


2. This is really why they call it stemware.

Welsh Gold

Rose “Welsh Gold” strikes a pose.

I like the idea of a stem in stemware, where the unintended vase finds greater use and a more beautiful purpose than sitting in a china cabinet awaiting a toast or special occasion. Anytime I need a little sunshine in a room, I grab a goblet, flute or tumbler, and create a little still life from the garden.


3. Everything tastes better wrapped in Bacon.

Fresh figs stuffed with goat cheese wrapped in bacon

Fresh figs stuffed with goat cheese wrapped in bacon

I grow fig trees, and I suspect this recipe may be the underlying reason as to why: figs stuffed with goat cheese wrapped in bacon.


4.  For every good selfie, there are at least a dozen deleted ones.


Mugging for the camera at a Seattle Mariners game with my niece.

Are you sitting down? I don’t own a smartphone, but I do have a trusty little camera to capture the moment. When one friend complimented me by saying I had taken some good selfies, I was quick to point out I was even better at deleting the bad ones.


5. Train your berry pickers well.

one of these things is not like the other...

One of these things is not like the other…

This berry picker shall remain nameless, but you know who your are. Rule one: if the blackberry is not black, don’t pick it. That concludes my training.


6. Nothing dresses up a truck like a couple of cute passengers and a payload of flowers.

Boz and Gracie ride shotgun while I deliver flowers.

Boz and Gracie share a ride with the posies.

I’ve started growing flowers for the floral trade, and who knows, next year I may have a farm stand so visitors can load up, too.  And may I just say, presenting a bucket of flowers elicits a much broader smile than offering up a flat of zucchini. Yep, I’m farming eye candy.


7. It’s nice to have company when you miss the ferry.

Boz is a lap-dog plus.

Boz has never heard of the term personal space.

Living on an island, has it challenges, and adjusting to a ferry schedule is one of them. My mobility is at times guided (if not dictated) by tides and ferries, which makes patience an enviable and practical virtue to have or at least ponder. My truck is rarely without reading material.


8. Ferry ride is just another name for nap.

Boz catching a couple z's while crossing the Salish Sea.

On the ferry: Boz catche a couple z’s while crossing the sleepy Salish Sea.

Once the truck rolls on the ferry, Boz and I usually take advantage of the 20-minute crossing by taking a nap, that is after I convince him that my belly is not his dog bed. (Actually, it’s likely more comfy than his dog bed.)

9. Savor the tomato; it’s season is fleeting.

So many BLTs, so little time

So many BLTs, so little time.

Eat them early and often. Some of my favorite homegrown tomatoes include: Aunt Ruby’s German green, Northern Exposure, Ruby Gold, and Jet Star (not pictured).


10 . To see a blue sky, one has to look up.

blue sky over vashon

Nothing but Blue skies do I see…

Or better said…

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.    —John Muir

If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.    —Eleanora Duse

Thanks for visiting. Here’s to a few new discoveries in September. I’ll keep you posted.