The Man, the Cake Tin and the Ferry Ride
My mom jokes with me about the number of potlucks I attend. She's right, it's the way of my people. Islanders are a social...
Bulldog Santa: Boz Is Quite the Card
My handsome little bulldog Santa, Boz
Christmas came early when my friend Rondi dropped by yesterday to hand deliver her latest Christmas card design featuring...
Team Veteran: It Is a Family Affair
My father is no longer with us, but the honor of this day is justly served in remembering him with admiration, respect and love,...
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...
