This year’s garlic harvest.
Little House on the River… How lucky we were to catch these beautiful end of summer days in Alaska. In the movies when the character gets to heaven but he doesn’t know he is dead yet, he walks through something like this field near our home.
An adolescent eagle on the edge of our driveway, practicing his imposing look. When the wind comes up there are a pair of them, both immature, that play on the updrafts, rolling in the air to hook talons, falling and separating, spiralling upwards until they are specks against the sky. (photo RML)
I wandered through our garden shortly after our return. It was strange, like walking through a ghost town, only a few faint traces of civilization remained. The chickweed was clear to my waist and the grass waved well over my knees. But underneath that tangle I thought I could make out the outlines of something familiar. I put on my gloves and tore out weeds by the satisfying armful. Lo and behold, a whole harvest was waiting for me: lettuce, chard, kale, carrots, beets, leeks, garlic, peas, cilantro, dill, and potatoes. Lots of potatoes. I am not sure I won’t do this next year - put some seeds in the ground and just walk away from them for the rest of the summer. I could write a book called “No Work Gardening,” an expose about how weeding and watering are all a scam. We have been brainwashed by the trowel and hose industries! (Photos RML)
The View From My Window: I had my breakfast by the crib, rocking the baby and watching this lady enjoy her breakfast at the river. (Yes, Mom, I used the zoom on the camera…)
One of my favorite things about Alaska, although we haven’t had much time for picking, yet…(photo RML)
Like father like daughter. This baby is doing a very good job being a baby: lots of eating, sleeping, looking around, messing diapers, burping and a little bit of fussing. It’s like she has been doing this her whole life. It is a little tiring, though - for everyone. Our neighbors and friends have been wonderful, going out of their way to welcome the baby and congratulate the proud big sisters, bringing us gifts, delicious edibles and even whole meals. How lucky we are to have all these wonderful people in our lives…
AlaskaRosalie in NY: Exploring a wasps’ nest and building boats. The girls were happy to spend a summer with so many relatives. Three generations (more than 40 of us) converged to enjoy beautiful summer weather, good company, and to celebrate the birth of the newest member of the family. She will only enjoy her point position for fewer than a handful of months as she has cousins due to arrive soon… (Photos RML, me)
How you know that your child is Alaskan… Her cousin gave her a drawing of a beautifully rendered female figure with an elaborately detailed dress and coiffure. My daughter was touched and pleased and wanted to reciprocate. Her drawing is a polar bear eating a seal in the snow. Obviously. I think it is the bloody muzzle that really brings this tableau to life.