R.I.P. summer garden 2013. It is time for bed.
A few photos in remembrance of our August greenhouse. See you next year, you beautiful delicious things.
Currants in the wild, just before I captured them for jam. A summer picture that almost got away. This is the reason why I hardly ever get anywhere when I go out for walks during the berrying season.
Ladies, has this ever happened to you? You find pictures on your husband’s camera that make you nervous? She is curvy, and a lot taller than I. Do you think I should be worried?
Spent a rainy day making dolgo crab apple sauce. The smell of apples cooking on the stove makes me feel as though I am standing right next to my childhood self in New York. We are feeding cooked apples into the maw of my aunt’s old KitchenAid. I can see my younger self’s long braids with the curls working loose and her earnest concentration. She seems like good company in my kitchen today.
The apple sauce is the most lovely blushing shade of pink and I think it must have been the childhood me that measured in the honey to smooth down that crabby tartness. Too good!
We spent two days driving up and down the highway, eyes peeled for wildlife sightings. And what was waiting at the foot of our driveway? Two bears, a handful of seals, and a couple of fat eagles. Right where we left them.
Searching for special rocks in Lake Kathleen in Canada’s Kluane National Park. Together with Alaska’s Wrangell-St. Elias this is the largest transboundary protected wilderness area in the world. Pretty cool to live next door to that, I mean, if you are into that kind of thing…
Our beautiful summer is letting us down gently into a beautiful fall, with sparkling cool sunny-breezy days and slow, pink sherbet sunsets. This is particularly appreciated because of how bad fall can be here, with freezing, whipping rain and day after day of grey. Those will come. They always do. But for now…