A harbinger?

Seen at miles 4 and 6 today. I am so over training for the MDI marathon and I am sure you are sick of me bitching about it.

Don't look back unless you have something pretty to see.

I love you Annie banani.

Everything's gone green

Back to the grind.

Sneezeweed sunday

Sometimes a picture is all you need.

Sit and stay awhile. It gets better.

Life is sweet

Don't be bitter. Happy Friday.

1 september 2011

It's the Labor Day weekend here and without kids and back to school obligations, it just becomes another farewell to summer weekend. We have been pretty lucky - most weekends we have had nothing to do.

Nothing.

And. It. Was. Awesome.

We spent a lot of weekends with our friends at their house on Orcas Island. The house reminds me of the house I grew up in and the house my brother now owns - Northwest classic with soaring windows and lots of wood beams. The house also has a garden - one that had been neglected for so long but called out for a little love and reorganization. Clearly someone once had loved this garden as it was full of perennials and beautiful - oh so beautiful. Beds made with river rock, a bit crooked, a bit rustic, but with good bones. The garden is away from the house, in an area that gets lots of sun and wisely enclosed with a deer fence.



We spent a few weekends making plans, pulling weeds, moving plants, mulching and spreading wood chips and made a garden for our friends. The weather here has not been so cooperative, so things are not as big or magnificent as we had expected, but we have an idea of what is to come.



And now we rest- we take lots of naps, walk dogs, cook good food and walk on the beach. Other than weeding and picking peas, lettuce and kale, we can sit back and enjoy a garden that will once again, be loved and tended.

Maybe the same will happen with my blogging.

31.o eight. Eleven

Well that was a wrap. September awaits.

Thirty. Eight. Twenty eleven

Or maybe I'll just go back to Barcelona. The world is replete with possibilities.

29.08.2011

Dreaming of an October weekend in Paris. You?

Last Sunday in august

The summer is slipping away. Embrace it, as much as you can.

Moving on

At some point, you have to stop waiting for something to happen and start making plans.

Towards the end of the month

First of 3 20 milers done, sangria drunk, dinner catch up with a dear friend and the smell of ripe blackberries hitting the warm trail...

25 august

Clarity - gaining it is a murky process.

One day next year

We'll be able to look at today and wonder what the fuss was all about. Until then, life is just shit.

23 of august

Red!

21.08.2011

Seriously. With. One. Month. Left.
Debbie. Downer.

19 august

Cookies bake while I roast. That, friends is a deep thought.

17 august 2011

We lose 3 minutes of daylight each day - those 7 am starts are soon going to be dark. I hate that.

Eight times two. Eight.

Boom.