Writing postcards with Dad. Such a big girl. Such a lucky girl.
Daffodils from my garden: even a flower as simple and sweet as these roots me down into this place, makes it feel a little less wild and stubborn, a little more like home.
Spring Forage - I harvested nettles (ow ow ow) for smoothies and tea. They must be good for you because they don’t taste like candy, chock full of calcium and vitamin k, apparently.
I made some pretty good pesto using devil’s club shoots, olive oil, and pine nuts. This was a satisfying revenge after all the prickles I have received on various hiking expeditions. Not sure about the nutritional value but I do know that Oplopanax Horridus is an awesome name.
Fiddleheads were blanched and sauteed as a side dish for dinner (the girls love those). I made some into a pickles, too.
Next on the list: spruce tips, elderberry flowers and dandelions.
Here she is, hunting hooligan fish. She has, just in the last months, developed (it seems to me) an ethereal beauty, with her fair skin and freckles, tilted eyes, and pointed chin. This is grounded by her ready gap-toothed smile and snapping blue eyes. I love her to distraction and she is so good and sweet. (photo RML)
AlaskaRosalie on your radio: Click the play arrow to hear a short essay piece that aired on KHNS. (You can also go to their website: http://www.khns.org/local-news-may-15-2014. My essay starts at the 08:15 mark.)
Our hummingbirds are fearless; they flash ruby gorgets at us through the window and pull off daring fly-bys when we venture too close to the feeder. These are Rufous Hummingbirds who manage, with a wingspan smaller than a child’s hand, to cross the entire United States each year so that they can winter in fashionable Florida (or other similarly luxe locations along the Southeastern seaboard and the Gulf of Mexico.) And still they are among the first of our migrants to arrive, full of attitude and buzz, busily sipping at microscopic pussy willow blossoms and thin pale pink blueberry flower bells, supping from the sapwells left by woodpeckers. They are fun to watch, but so fierce that I am glad that they aren’t any bigger than they are. (photo RML).
Sea Lions feeding on Eulachon fish in the river. This video doesn’t quite capture their sound effects: great rude belching groans that echo up to our windows at all hours of the day and night. During the Eulachon and Herrings runs the sea lions raft up in great flotillas in the fjord and dare one another to follow our skiff. leaping through our wake like porpoises. (I think they should have been called “Sea Fratboys” because of their group dynamics - and the burping sounds.) (Video RML)
Happy Mother’s Day. Even though I have been out in the world for nearly 40 years, I know that my heart still beats inside of you and that you surround me and carry me through all of my days.