tall clover farm

Clockwise, starting bottom left: Tulameen raspberries 1) in my garden mid-July, 2) swimming in homemade ice cream, 3) sharing counter space with a pint of golden raspberries and 4) calling me to breakfast in the company of cream and sugar. It may be our ‘gift’ of cloudy skies or the loamy soil kindly left behind by thousand of years of glaciers not [...]

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Are you ever too old for duct-taped glasses? Nah… Recently my eyeglasses had an unfortunate encounter with a well-placed foot. The good news is that at the time, they were not on my head. My eyewear journey has been a fire drill of fashion do’s and don’t’s along the way. There was the Harold Lloyd [...]

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Boz: dutiful in his quest to leave no crumb unaccounted for What’s my formula for sparkling dishes? One vintage Whirlpool dishwasher One determined, tidbit-obsessed pooch An opened dishwasher door that can support 60 pounds of rockin’ bulldog Having a mindset that indulges such unrefined–albeit entertaining–behavior. Ensuring that invited dinner guests don’t read my blog post for February 15, 2009. 

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One morning when coffee had no effect on coaxing my eyes open and the kitchen counter engaged in its normal trickery by retreating two inches from my reach, a favorite sugar bowl found itself on a fast track to the floor. The sugar bomb didn’t miss a corner and Boz and Gracie worked faster and [...]

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 Boz has the right idea: outdoor plumbing Last Saturday, I found myself wedged in a space better suited for the likes of the Lollipop Guild than for the frame of a man who could body-double for Fred Flintstone. With Teflon tape in hand, 26 useless tools pushed aside, two new wrenches at my knees, and [...]

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