Vashon Morning: Early Hours and Warm Regards
It's o'dark-thirty here at home, and the world around me is just beginning to wake up. On my rural road no street lights shine,...
Quince Chutney: Condiment with a Kick
Chutneys are one of those things I discovered late in life. A friend (with more culinary savvy than I) plunked a jar of Major...
Vashon Island Halloween Spills Into the Streets
When The Vashon Island Coffee Roasterie starts lining up pumpkins on the porch, you know Halloween can't be far behind. Because island residents are...
Iran Pumpkin: The Oldest Pumpkin on the Farm
Pumpkins are my favorite field crop to grow; the vines and tendrils twist in artistic revelry; the leaves unfurl like giant sunbrellas, the blossoms...
A Foggy Day in Vashon Town
Fog has been a needy companion this week, hugging our island with a fervent embrace reminiscent of a hapless guest who doesn't understand personal...
An Apple a Day Keeps the Veterinarian Away
My Bulldogs Boz and Gracie Love Apples!
Yesterday I picked from two of my favorite apple trees: Bramley's Seedling and Belle de Boskoop. Each orchard...
Behind the Tall Clover Curtain
Boz and Gracie glaring, their mugs say it all. "Dude, would it kill you to clean out the truck" And yes, those are potatoes...
Orcas Pear: My One and Only
Orcas Pear: blush in a basket
I just picked my first (and only) Orcas pear from the three-year-old tree in my orchard. (Just wait until...
Bacon Bits on Demand
Bacon bits, bacon bits, right at my fingertips.
Announcing she had something for me, Karen cracked open the farmhouse freezer like a back-room safe. Standing...
Summer′s Last Swim, Perhaps
This morning the fog has crept in low and slow, and wrapped itself around my house like a big unasked-for hug. Surprisingly, the birds...
