So much to report but here is at least get started. The end of June we hitched up our wagon RV and high tailed it out of San Francisco. It was a long and challenging year, (with so many good things mixed in) so the tail was kind of dragging, but you know what I mean.
The restaurant is once again officially part of the past (except for the apparently endless paperwork Al is dealing with this very minute) and we are settled back in Sequim. Weeds galore, but also amazing flowers. Do you care about seeing any of them? If not, please avert your eyes now, because I'm going to put them here anyway.
This is the result of not picking an artichoke so it becomes the thistle it was intended to be. Who was the first person who thought to cook and eat such a thing?
Nothing a pound of butter can't fix, as Bonnie used to say.
Nothing a pound of butter can't fix, as Bonnie used to say.
And the lavender, oh, the lavender. We now have forty-four glorious bushes,
more than needed to weave into wands or stuff into sachets.
The bees hard at work provided a perfect excuse to avoid pruning. Look very closely.
Bay leaves for the taking.
Try to control your jealousy when you see my garden getup. It's hard to identify in this shot but the shiny rubber boots make up for the knee pads. Let's pretend they are patent leather and fixin' to attend a high falutin' garden gala in a designer fancy dress, the result of merging two crappy sweatshirts in an effort to keep my ample butt covered when bending to the weeds.
I have more pockets than you do.
Life is much better when Patch time arrives. A most favorite and special project was working with Rhett's ties. He was smiling the whole time, you can be sure of it.
Delightful!
Okay, enough for now. I'm worn out, aren't you?
