Thursday, August 30, 2012

setting sun of summer

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The summer sun is setting. It sinks further everyday and I feel little sadness. This summer has been full and the quiet evenings and cool mornings are a welcome friend. Not autumn yet, but not summer either, we are in this perfect secret time where tomatoes are bountiful and puppies run and hop in the wet, warm grass. A moment of rest and a holiday on my horizon. Bye bye summer, see you next time.











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Tomatoes from my garden.





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Thick and chewy fettuccine, tomatoes, basil, garlic, bocconcini, prosciutto, pepper, butter.









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Wednesday, August 22, 2012

when a day off is a day off


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I enjoyed a rare day off today — one of those ones where I truly had no commitments or work obligations and I chose to just ignore the couple of nasty items on my to-do list. I went to the post office, I grabbed some delicious groceries, including local fruits, salty meats, and my liquid lunch shown above. I went to the dog park. Twice.




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Some of my lunchtime reading.


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I closed my eyes for a second while the clouds looked like this, and when I opened them they looked like...















...this:

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My companion for most of the day. He had a major break through at the park — he walked into the water for the first real time. He was bouncing around up to his belly and loving it. He promptly got a bath when we came back home. 


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Monday, August 20, 2012

the sweetest peas


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One of my favourite parts of the garden, and summer in general. The sweet peas have now almost dried up, with the odd bloom here or there, but I sure enjoyed them while they lasted.






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I'll miss their fragrance — until next year.




















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Friday, August 17, 2012

my morning foraging

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Today will be one of the hottest of the year for Vancouver. Turkish and I rolled out of bed around 7:30 to go and water the garden and do our morning foraging before the rest of the house wakes up. I like watching him trot along behind me up and down the path to fill the bucket and watching curiously as I check the strawberries and tomatoes for ripeness. Doggy head-tilts — there's nothing cuter in the morning.





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A few blackberries from along a neighbours fence that were spilling out into the alley, to add to my morning smoothie.




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Some teeny arugula shoots from a recent planting to add to tonight's salad.




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Still getting one of these every day or so.








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A mid season trim of the oregano to take inside for drying.






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Turkish waiting patiently to go inside and have his breakfast (and then jump on the bed and wake Joseph up with kisses).




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His paws from 3 weeks ago.




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Thursday, August 16, 2012

raspberry oatmeal


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I love raspberries. I miss so much being able to pick them (buckets of them) from my mom's backyard all summer long. (Of course it was always nice when someone else did the picking too.... ouch!) Many August nights would be spent with all the lights off, gazing at the thunderstorms out the window, with a bowl of vanilla ice cream and raspberries, the fans on full blast, and the odd mosquito buzzing around the room, having managed to sneak her way inside.


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Summer is also great for getting to sit in the backyard early in the morning, waiting for the sun to poke around the neighbours' cedar tree. Oatmeal with toasted almonds and sunflower seeds, maple syrup, and cinnamon is our drug of choice most mornings and raspberries were a welcome addition.




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I was so nostalgic for these beauties and so craving their familiar tart flavour that I couldn't resist buying a $5 (!) pint of them at the farmers market a couple weeks ago. We mostly just ate them, mushy as they were with our red-stained fingers. And it was worth it.




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