That’s our island, Orcas Island, in the distance there–those middle lumps. I took this photo from Cypress Island, last week. We were invited to Cypress by relatives who have a cabin there, and we went by “water taxi,” which is … Continue reading
One of the first things I remember from visiting Grandma Cleta’s house was the beautiful curio cabinet in her living room, filled with precious mementos from her and Grandpa Larry’s travels. Of course, we children were never allowed to touch … Continue reading
We have a deer fence on our property, which encloses the house, the front lawn and garden (and part of the pond), the back lawn and garden, and what I like to call the “back forty.” The back forty is … Continue reading
Our back garden path, currently. Nine percent. I just checked the level on our propane tank, and it’s down to nine percent. Just a few days ago, when I started this essay, it was eleven percent. Eek! Propane powers our … Continue reading
Now that we’re fully vaccinated, we’ve been slowly easing our toes back into the stream of Socializing With Other People. It’s been weird! And great! And weird! Last Friday night, we had a couple over for dinner. They are some … Continue reading
Right outside the front door of our house–well, across a little stretch of lawn, fifteen or twenty feet maybe–we have a pond. It was one of the many things we fell in love with when we first saw the house. … Continue reading
Oh look, another glossy magazine article about lovely Orcas Island! You’d think the island would be used to this sort of thing by now, but this innocuous, perfectly decent little article has occasioned a great ruckus on at least two … Continue reading
Photo by Elena Kuchko on Unsplash Before we moved to Orcas Island, we lived in Portland, Oregon. Portland is famous (and rightfully so) for many things–Portlandia, roses, coffee, bicycles, beer, hipsters, hipster coffee, hipster beer–but one of the most … Continue reading
Now that my household are all past our second shots, we are beginning to step, very slowly and carefully, back into something resembling normal life. No, we haven’t had any friends over for dinner; and no, we haven’t been inside … Continue reading
It isn’t literally true that now that spring is making its presence known, my husband has left me for the garden–it just seems that way sometimes. Actually, I jest: I thoroughly approve of his efforts out there. If I wasn’t … Continue reading
