Look at what has been going on among all the plays, concerts, (we were thrilled by Rhapsody in Blue twice in one day - and a flugelhorn concert) lunches, dinners, leaves turning and falling, rain for days (finally), snow in the mountains, gale warnings on the Strait of Juan de Fuca, and overall good life.
These are called hardy kiwi. Look like grapes but taste like kiwi and make super freezer jam.
That's because I'm too lazy to make Miss Wikerink's home ec jam.
Our Danish neighbor is kind and generous enough to share his crabbing skills.
These guys were in the water about two hours earlier. What more could you ask for?
Al's stream is making slow progress. He spends about an hour a day playing with his rocks, moving them from the big pile that was noisily dumped in the yard to the growing stream.
While he's getting all that fresh air and exercise, burning fat and building muscles, I choose to sit around with more ladylike (hard to imagine, right?) endeavors, getting plumper and more languid. These are for the grandsons to commemorate their annual trip to England. Oh, the poor boys.
All of that extensive dirt toiling produced some very yummy veggies.
If only the tomato crop had been as successful. Maybe next year.
We made a quick trip to San Francisco to pick up the table saw so that he can get to the serious stuff on the honey-do list. We were the envy of all the city sophisticates as we headed toward the highway. Granny was on the roof when we left town, but she must have blown off somewhere around Redding.
