tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134447032009-07-14T15:54:58.014-07:00Flitzy PhoebieA sight for old eyes, and a little fun along the way.Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.comBlogger1790125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-14614923419174300262009-07-13T17:59:00.000-07:002009-07-14T09:08:50.951-07:00I Know There Is A Zucchini In Here Somewhere<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SlvbSJ9ut-I/AAAAAAAAGD0/xL1J110xzsM/s1600-h/Mid-summer+garden+023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SlvbSJ9ut-I/AAAAAAAAGD0/xL1J110xzsM/s400/Mid-summer+garden+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358117286646298594" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >My garden has turned out beautifully again this year, due to double</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >-digging, raised berms, and plenty of composted straw and manure. By this time, most of my garden paths are barely visable, with all the plants bursting in every direction. My corn is taller than me ~ that's over 5'4"!</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Slvb49ngZ6I/AAAAAAAAGD8/3Sj_42UxEqU/s1600-h/Mid-summer+garden+044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Slvb49ngZ6I/AAAAAAAAGD8/3Sj_42UxEqU/s320/Mid-summer+garden+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358117953346758562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br />The plants flanking my corn are borage, which I use in salads. I also stir-fry the leaves. Today it was overcast and cool, so there was no need to water the garden. I spent the afternoon making cheese and yogurt.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-1461492341917430026?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-65435913224048256882009-07-11T19:16:00.000-07:002009-07-12T07:49:40.676-07:00A Family Get-Away at Clear Lake<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SllINYOAkaI/AAAAAAAAGBA/w5-6ItWERL4/s1600-h/Clear+Lake+070.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357392626410623394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SllINYOAkaI/AAAAAAAAGBA/w5-6ItWERL4/s400/Clear+Lake+070.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >Imagine: 48</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" > degr</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >ees at d</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >awn, warm</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >ing sun, bird calls...and fresh coffee enjo</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >yed in bed. Ruhiyyih made that possi</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >ble ~ serving us just a</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >s we were waking up.</span> <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SlluTpxs6FI/AAAAAAAAGDI/vCrIcG4TMM4/s1600-h/3710444611_5577aae267[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357434515644803154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SlluTpxs6FI/AAAAAAAAGDI/vCrIcG4TMM4/s400/3710444611_5577aae267%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >The family spent six days camping on the northern loop at Clear Lake Campground.</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" > This is the outflow from the lake, a fantastic fishing and canoeing location.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SlltJsO9uyI/AAAAAAAAGCw/0nq_rNnSgZs/s1600-h/Clear+Lake+045.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357433244994091810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SlltJsO9uyI/AAAAAAAAGCw/0nq_rNnSgZs/s400/Clear+Lake+045.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >There wer</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >e seven of us - Rue and Annie, Daisy and Daniel, Ruhiyyih, (Matt for an overnight and early morning)</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" > an</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >d George and I.</span> <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SlltrO2tj4I/AAAAAAAAGC4/d1q4Oi2VgI8/s1600-h/3710446817_145085ee03[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357433821223292802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SlltrO2tj4I/AAAAAAAAGC4/d1q4Oi2VgI8/s400/3710446817_145085ee03%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >Little Daniel came with his new cap.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sllq38LtPlI/AAAAAAAAGCY/Ko80oXeeO7g/s1600-h/3711293502_90a7a586d0[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357430741014494802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sllq38LtPlI/AAAAAAAAGCY/Ko80oXeeO7g/s400/3711293502_90a7a586d0%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >Shortly after George and I arrived we put up a</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" > large screened canopy to be used as a cooking tent. This was necessary as th</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >e mosquitoes were more active as the day warmed up. We set up a few chairs inside and I set up my kitchen. Rue</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" > brought food too, so we organized all of our stuff in a manner t</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >hat allowed easy food preparation and clean-up. </span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br />The northern loops of the Clear Lake Campground had very few people after the 4th of July. So, we were quite surprised when a fisherman walked through our camp asking if he could clean his fish at the shoreline. Well, he did, and about 20 minutes later he presented us with fish for all seven of us - huge lake trout! He and his son dropped off a plate of sliced sweet onions and some lemons! </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >We discussed how he caught the fish: Use a spinner and a #5 weight, cast upstream and allow the lure to float downstream.<br /><br />We cooked the trout for breakfast the next morning. I decided to use a skillet rather than risk any mistakes grilling them over the fi</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >re.</span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SllqCgiILvI/AAAAAAAAGCQ/GqRszc5aYVw/s1600-h/3710549137_90e090a6d3[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357429823059275506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SllqCgiILvI/AAAAAAAAGCQ/GqRszc5aYVw/s400/3710549137_90e090a6d3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >I se</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >t out two large skillets, two propane burners, and got organized.</span> <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >Those fish were so big that I had to cut them in half just to fit them into my skillets! Once they were</span><a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/85934826@N00/3711378974/in/photostream/"> fried (video)</a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >, I drizzled lemon juice ov</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >er them, added salt, coarse pepper, and then placed onions and zesty bread crumbs on top. The family </span><a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/85934826@N00/3710586103/">watched (video)</a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" > the whole process. That trout was the best eatin' on the entire trip, and maybe in my </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >whole life! I figure that fisherman was selling his craft, saying "Now, go fish.</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Slll4UTCKBI/AAAAAAAAGCA/cdqUHmb-hoE/s1600-h/Clear+Lake+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357425249929537554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Slll4UTCKBI/AAAAAAAAGCA/cdqUHmb-hoE/s400/Clear+Lake+014.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >Everyone took t</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >urns holding Daniel.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sllppph0mJI/AAAAAAAAGCI/DXcC5nNE5gc/s1600-h/3710750087_56492f2584[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357429395977181330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sllppph0mJI/AAAAAAAAGCI/DXcC5nNE5gc/s400/3710750087_56492f2584%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >Annie is recovering from childbirth, so avoided rigorous climbing. Ruhiyyih stayed behind to keep her company. Ge</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >orge planned a hiking excursion every day, with some of them light enough for Annie. She carried little Daniel (only 3 weeks old) in a sling. At night she slept in their van, with Daniel in a</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" > small Rubbermaid basket beside her.</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SllkNUPb0eI/AAAAAAAAGBw/aCoVlyzyW7E/s1600-h/Clear+Lake+037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357423411668439522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SllkNUPb0eI/AAAAAAAAGBw/aCoVlyzyW7E/s400/Clear+Lake+037.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >Matt drove over from the tri-cities area. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Slliaew5SOI/AAAAAAAAGBo/ojgOFZB8AOA/s1600-h/Clear+Lake+040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357421438808180962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Slliaew5SOI/AAAAAAAAGBo/ojgOFZB8AOA/s200/Clear+Lake+040.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >He and Ruhiyyih enjoyed an evening canoe paddle through the willow thickets across the river, enjoyed dinner and samores in front of the fire, and then he returned to work early the next morning. This was our first camping trip with Matt along, and his enthusiasm and humor were a delight. Here, he is showing one of several tatoos, this one he designed himself, "Created for Purpose". I can relate to that.</span> <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sllh0YqfNxI/AAAAAAAAGBg/1BnJDm26dMw/s1600-h/3710522749_d9b19685a2[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357420784335664914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sllh0YqfNxI/AAAAAAAAGBg/1BnJDm26dMw/s400/3710522749_d9b19685a2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >I did so poorly at scrabble that I configured all the letters into my own words when the game was over, making a design the central theme rather than the words.</span> <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SllgybGa15I/AAAAAAAAGBQ/o1gzgciU85E/s1600-h/3711239420_2049eca9af[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357419651118323602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SllgybGa15I/AAAAAAAAGBQ/o1gzgciU85E/s400/3711239420_2049eca9af%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >There was elk scat on the hill overlooking our camp. I collected it, nested it in lichen, and made incense. Once lighted, it makes a nice woodsy aroma.</span> <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SllbkJ6b_KI/AAAAAAAAGBI/CY5PYC-73B0/s1600-h/Clear+Lake+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357413908428356770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SllbkJ6b_KI/AAAAAAAAGBI/CY5PYC-73B0/s320/Clear+Lake+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >Someone had strung an orange on a fishing line and suspended it from a pine tree. Hummingbirds came and couldn't get any more juice, so I rigged up another orange nearby using some of our canoe twine and an orange I found floating along the shoreline. I hoped they'd find my fresh orange hanging in the tree. Birds found it, but I was too busy to watch. When we broke camp, the feeder was the last thing to take down. As much as I liked it, I didn't want a single scrap of anything remaining on our campsite. It was clean when we found it and I wanted to leave it that way too.<br /><br />Our drive home was only three and a half hours on Friday afternoon. That was the only true 'sit-down-time' I had the entire trip. Once home, we spent five hours cleaning the camping gear, reorganizing it for our next trip, and covering all of it with a tarp in the garage. George is home for six weeks, on sabbatical, and we are already planning our next trip! </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-6543591322404825688?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-17175789796386308402009-07-04T21:00:00.000-07:002009-07-05T08:37:24.506-07:00Happy Fourth of July<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SlCzTx9nppI/AAAAAAAAGAg/1ex4rlqtk4M/s1600-h/3688727263_8d12395159%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SlCzTx9nppI/AAAAAAAAGAg/1ex4rlqtk4M/s400/3688727263_8d12395159%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354977109354194578" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Little Daniel gets <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/85934826@N00/3689916010/">introduced </a></span>(video). <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" > And, the family joys <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/85934826@N00/3689604862/">barbecued leg of lamb </a>and turkey.<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-1717578979638630840?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-63577205566920386592009-07-04T20:58:00.000-07:002009-07-04T21:04:32.873-07:00Lookin' Fer Toe Jam<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SlAlLV87URI/AAAAAAAAGAA/Mz7D1j8R0OY/s1600-h/4th+038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SlAlLV87URI/AAAAAAAAGAA/Mz7D1j8R0OY/s400/4th+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354820833744998674" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-6357720556692038659?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-32889639147167659782009-07-04T20:55:00.000-07:002009-07-05T07:16:41.714-07:00Gardener, Canoist, Jogger...and GrandMa<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SlCxq1N7NsI/AAAAAAAAGAY/hwEbsacQ8dI/s1600-h/3689650796_e6a6278a2f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SlCxq1N7NsI/AAAAAAAAGAY/hwEbsacQ8dI/s400/3689650796_e6a6278a2f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354975306341627586" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >I spent time going through Laurel's Raw Food Cookbooks. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/85934826@N00/3689632964/">Here (video)</a>, George caught me listening to the music.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-3288963914716765978?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-1411953544411090302009-07-04T20:53:00.000-07:002009-07-05T07:34:53.657-07:00Rue and Daniel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SlC38VgvB-I/AAAAAAAAGAw/uKKNI01fsww/s1600-h/4th+017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SlC38VgvB-I/AAAAAAAAGAw/uKKNI01fsww/s400/4th+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354982204137998306" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-141195354441109030?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-2149621916963717722009-07-04T20:00:00.001-07:002009-07-05T07:45:39.904-07:00GrandPa and Daniel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SlC8ShR8oaI/AAAAAAAAGA4/eOC9adzZdIs/s1600-h/4th+059.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SlC8ShR8oaI/AAAAAAAAGA4/eOC9adzZdIs/s400/4th+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354986983300833698" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-214962191696371772?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-21876025177053784282009-07-04T20:00:00.000-07:002009-07-05T07:36:08.845-07:00Annie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SlC2_rLIm8I/AAAAAAAAGAo/dLl3EWo5l_M/s1600-h/4th+064.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SlC2_rLIm8I/AAAAAAAAGAo/dLl3EWo5l_M/s400/4th+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354981161980959682" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-2187602517705378428?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-80881627191791054522009-07-03T21:47:00.001-07:002009-07-03T21:48:42.211-07:00Weekend Guest ~ Matt<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sk7fEsI99DI/AAAAAAAAF_w/M9U9TpCpmIM/s1600-h/Ruhiyyih+and+Matt+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sk7fEsI99DI/AAAAAAAAF_w/M9U9TpCpmIM/s400/Ruhiyyih+and+Matt+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354462278651343922" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-8088162719179105452?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-65823509753737430982009-07-03T21:35:00.000-07:002009-07-03T21:38:56.581-07:00Ruhiyyih Did Some Shopping<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sk7csBTsWpI/AAAAAAAAF_o/JPZgLb6QzjM/s1600-h/Ruhiyyih+and+Matt+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sk7csBTsWpI/AAAAAAAAF_o/JPZgLb6QzjM/s400/Ruhiyyih+and+Matt+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354459655813487250" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sk7crwEXLzI/AAAAAAAAF_g/WI6Uf6PMEbY/s1600-h/Ruhiyyih+and+Matt+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sk7crwEXLzI/AAAAAAAAF_g/WI6Uf6PMEbY/s400/Ruhiyyih+and+Matt+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354459651185782578" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-6582350975373743098?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-88728030626207595982009-07-03T21:00:00.000-07:002009-07-03T21:53:00.531-07:00Roots<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sk7fst1twwI/AAAAAAAAF_4/4sC-TiIQago/s1600-h/Ruhiyyih+and+Matt+019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sk7fst1twwI/AAAAAAAAF_4/4sC-TiIQago/s400/Ruhiyyih+and+Matt+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354462966302229250" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-8872803062620759598?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-43933366258845615472009-07-01T18:51:00.000-07:002009-07-01T18:53:51.776-07:00Ruhiyyih's Coffee Stuff<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkwTEchJ6EI/AAAAAAAAF_Y/OeVv-SjSAPA/s1600-h/Sarah+and+Dave+020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353675024132335682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkwTEchJ6EI/AAAAAAAAF_Y/OeVv-SjSAPA/s400/Sarah+and+Dave+020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-4393336625884561547?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-65720597750511186872009-07-01T17:35:00.000-07:002009-07-01T18:33:39.915-07:00Patio Playtime for Little Ty<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkwIFm1BZCI/AAAAAAAAF_A/K7i-cITvg4U/s1600-h/Sarah+and+Dave+027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353662949451981858" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 302px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkwIFm1BZCI/AAAAAAAAF_A/K7i-cITvg4U/s400/Sarah+and+Dave+027.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Sarah and her husband Dave came over to visit Taraz (he's known her since they were five years old).</strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><br /><br /></strong></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkwMvN7bynI/AAAAAAAAF_Q/k8N1zLKbAkc/s1600-h/Sarah+and+Dave+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkwMvN7bynI/AAAAAAAAF_Q/k8N1zLKbAkc/s400/Sarah+and+Dave+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353668062369008242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>They've got a 7 month old son, Ty. </strong></span><br /><div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkwKViktNNI/AAAAAAAAF_I/78rHXUORjXs/s1600-h/Sarah+and+Dave+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353665422210970834" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 302px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkwKViktNNI/AAAAAAAAF_I/78rHXUORjXs/s400/Sarah+and+Dave+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">Ruhiyyih cannot get her fill of little babies.</span></strong><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkwHh-E4l_I/AAAAAAAAF-w/PKMzVbns9S0/s1600-h/Sarah+and+Dave+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353662337217239026" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 302px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkwHh-E4l_I/AAAAAAAAF-w/PKMzVbns9S0/s400/Sarah+and+Dave+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Taraz: "Uh, I'm more comfortable if you hold him!"</strong></span><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkwGR1wrfTI/AAAAAAAAF-g/Cng98cp6xTc/s1600-h/Sarah+and+Dave+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353660960595475762" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 302px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkwGR1wrfTI/AAAAAAAAF-g/Cng98cp6xTc/s400/Sarah+and+Dave+017.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>I made some barbecue chicken, and the 'kids' ate out on the patio. </strong></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >While they were visiting, I made dinner - broad bean soup and cornbread. </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkwFFHXfnxI/AAAAAAAAF-Y/Akdr6ubR8Ps/s1600-h/Sarah+and+Dave+035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353659642471751442" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px; height: 302px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkwFFHXfnxI/AAAAAAAAF-Y/Akdr6ubR8Ps/s400/Sarah+and+Dave+035.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >I boxed up several servings for Sarah and Dave to take home. Now, Sarah doesn't have to cook for her family when she gets home.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong> I told Sarah to come again, so I can see how Ty has grown. He is such a big boy compared to our little Daniel ~ 25 lbs. Just after Ruhiyyih took this photo, I realized I was still wearing my apron.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkwHGfHs6sI/AAAAAAAAF-o/IRLnfTRGKTI/s1600-h/Sarah+and+Dave+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353661865051089602" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 354px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkwHGfHs6sI/AAAAAAAAF-o/IRLnfTRGKTI/s400/Sarah+and+Dave+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-6572059775051118687?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-77732568646023400342009-07-01T09:15:00.000-07:002009-07-01T12:01:40.332-07:00Federation Forest Hike<a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkuMnGQp4wI/AAAAAAAAF94/GxUVnw9aDV0/s1600-h/IMG_1581%5B2%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkuMnGQp4wI/AAAAAAAAF94/GxUVnw9aDV0/s400/IMG_1581%5B2%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353527185383219970" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Our daughter-in-law, Annie, hikes with new baby Daniel. </span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(photo: Kathy Hall)<br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br />Our family is planning a camping trip through north-eastern Washington the day after the 4th of July. Rue and Annie and their two children will join us, and Ruhiyyih too. We are planning to camp for six-days. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-7773256864602340034?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-85808429658337287622009-07-01T08:33:00.000-07:002009-07-01T08:57:58.255-07:00Hike Up To Green Lake on Mt Rainier<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkuHaGpTSuI/AAAAAAAAF9o/zwMg-JBFPKY/s1600-h/Green+Lake+Hike+038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkuHaGpTSuI/AAAAAAAAF9o/zwMg-JBFPKY/s400/Green+Lake+Hike+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353521464590158562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >George and I joined our sons Rue, Taraz, and Rahmat for an afternoon hike up to Green Lake on Mt Rainier. </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkuGgZgvaZI/AAAAAAAAF9g/APgXNCtmx7A/s1600-h/Green+Lake+Hike+041.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkuGgZgvaZI/AAAAAAAAF9g/APgXNCtmx7A/s400/Green+Lake+Hike+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353520473222113682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >The road up to the trailhead was washed out, so we had a 3-mile hike in, then the climb.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkuGEaumlKI/AAAAAAAAF9Y/jsgY6mcEDDk/s1600-h/Green+Lake+Hike+031.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkuGEaumlKI/AAAAAAAAF9Y/jsgY6mcEDDk/s400/Green+Lake+Hike+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353519992512353442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >The Park maintenance crew had to clear the trail. Some of the Douglas Firs in this forest are over 800 years old.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkuFwCgpLcI/AAAAAAAAF9Q/SRjt5qo9JCU/s1600-h/Green+Lake+Hike+055.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkuFwCgpLcI/AAAAAAAAF9Q/SRjt5qo9JCU/s400/Green+Lake+Hike+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353519642413968834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >We had a picnic at a stunning waterfall. Little water crystals floated in the air.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkuFZblCxYI/AAAAAAAAF9I/XU-Jn2Dv9dY/s1600-h/Green+Lake+Hike+062.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkuFZblCxYI/AAAAAAAAF9I/XU-Jn2Dv9dY/s400/Green+Lake+Hike+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353519254006318466" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Taraz, resting after lunch.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkuEuea9-II/AAAAAAAAF9A/40KM_I4ERrg/s1600-h/Green+Lake+Hike+099.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkuEuea9-II/AAAAAAAAF9A/40KM_I4ERrg/s400/Green+Lake+Hike+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353518516034992258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >We hiked up to Green Lake. Rue and Rahmat had a brief swim...the water was very cold.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkuDrR09qeI/AAAAAAAAF84/PbacZRU1oNM/s1600-h/Green+Lake+Hike+100.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkuDrR09qeI/AAAAAAAAF84/PbacZRU1oNM/s400/Green+Lake+Hike+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353517361603127778" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >I sat on a log, content to watch the guys enjoy their swim. In all, we hiked almost 10 miles that day, then I went over to water my garden.<br /><br />Ruhiyyih and Matt arrived for dinner and I served steak and salad. Then, I stayed up until 10:00 preparing salads and food for George's lunchbox...always a weekend chore so he is set for Monday.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-8580842965833728762?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-87955353500788223362009-07-01T08:21:00.000-07:002009-07-01T10:23:01.408-07:00Paintings By Walter Palmore<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Skt_ybHe7NI/AAAAAAAAF8o/If_Jbvo6Ps4/s1600-h/Green+Lake+Hike+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353513086309297362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 328px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Skt_ybHe7NI/AAAAAAAAF8o/If_Jbvo6Ps4/s400/Green+Lake+Hike+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >Every Thursday evening we have a Devotional, and Walter brings his weeks' worth of paintings.<br /><br /></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >The thrust of his work is now mono-chromatic, black and white, and <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/85934826@N00/3673996335/">experiments</a> (video) with patterns of lines. More <a href="http://www.bahaiviews.net/2009/06/30/on-walter-palmores-incredible-paintings-bahai-devotional-experience-in-tacoma-is-enriched-week-after-week/">here</a>, on George's blog "Baha'i Views".... and, new Baha'i Rocky offers his own <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/85934826@N00/3674578468/">devotional.</a></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/85934826@N00/3674578468/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353513082521797874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Skt_yNAeRPI/AAAAAAAAF8g/IZWKdlaY6Lw/s400/Green+Lake+Hike+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-8795535350078822336?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-88245858223905567982009-07-01T07:31:00.000-07:002009-07-01T09:46:59.894-07:00Grandson Daniel ~ Two Weeks Old<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkuPeCBWpbI/AAAAAAAAF-A/60MXmafeHUI/s1600-h/IMG_1548[2].JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353530328161363378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkuPeCBWpbI/AAAAAAAAF-A/60MXmafeHUI/s400/IMG_1548%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Daniel is so calm, and quite the sleepy-head.</strong></span> (photo by Kathy Hall) <strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Rue and Annie joined us for breakfast Sunday morning, to greet Matt and Ruhiyyih. I made salmon fritatta and a polenta-chorizo-tomato casserole. Fruit and yogurt. </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">Taraz and Rahmat spent the night, so we had a wonderful family gathering, with Daniel being everyone's focus. Rue tried several times to wake Daniel, but the little one was just too sleepy.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-8824585822390556798?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-90910618325117121312009-07-01T07:00:00.000-07:002009-07-01T10:25:21.164-07:00Ending on a Final Note<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkuVa5LWnkI/AAAAAAAAF-I/q3IRwtYPtCQ/s1600-h/3677771140_2542bc6774[2].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353536871317544514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkuVa5LWnkI/AAAAAAAAF-I/q3IRwtYPtCQ/s400/3677771140_2542bc6774%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >Listening to a </span><a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/85934826@N00/3677853552/">Muskogee Stomp Dance</a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" > (video) at our Reflection Meeting last night ...</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >Toby said our house is 'solid', because the walls and floor weren't shaking!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-9091061832511712131?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-75840611727219968572009-07-01T06:00:00.000-07:002009-07-01T10:55:53.399-07:00She's Home!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkujAbFTeCI/AAAAAAAAF-Q/_3y6a2YDOZ8/s1600-h/Family+044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkujAbFTeCI/AAAAAAAAF-Q/_3y6a2YDOZ8/s400/Family+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353551809725298722" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-7584061172721996857?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-37182467255701545172009-06-26T17:11:00.000-07:002009-06-26T17:31:55.197-07:00Morning Coffee With Ruhiyyih<a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkVkJlcu8XI/AAAAAAAAF74/CNuxSj2b-rw/s1600-h/Garden+Produce+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkVkJlcu8XI/AAAAAAAAF74/CNuxSj2b-rw/s400/Garden+Produce+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351793848033931634" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >This is the view from my sofa on the patio, where I read the morning paper and enjoy my first cup of coffee. Come Sunday morning, I'll be sharing my spot with our daughter<a href="http://ruhiyyih.blogspot.com/"> Ruhiyyih!</a> She has spent 3 years living in Washington DC, and is now returning home. Yes, this has something to do with recently becoming engaged to Matt. She wants proximity! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Way to go, Ruhiyyih ~ welcome home!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-3718246725570154517?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-83527605921650949092009-06-23T10:40:00.000-07:002009-06-23T11:05:41.970-07:00Accents in the Garden<a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkEUYXCDz8I/AAAAAAAAF7Y/tu9wogLIupk/s1600-h/Adirondack+016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkEUYXCDz8I/AAAAAAAAF7Y/tu9wogLIupk/s400/Adirondack+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350580241024929730" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >When I work in my garden at Franklin Park there is a little 3 year old girl, Regan, who visits me. She is such a sweet child, and I brought this doll to help keep her entertained while her mother works her plots. It is an old doll that has been tucked into a chair on my front porch, and has been long neglected.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkEY0-sglAI/AAAAAAAAF7w/pp3W_X0f35g/s1600-h/Adirondack+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkEY0-sglAI/AAAAAAAAF7w/pp3W_X0f35g/s400/Adirondack+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350585130754806786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Krissy wanted a photo of the chair, so this is one taken this morning, in a glare of intense sunlight. After I washed and scraped off all the flaking paint and scum I went to the Goodwill and bought a seat- cover, to help cushion my boney butt. I'm not one to sit long, though, as it is easier to keep moving than to try to get up again! </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkEYReN0ssI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QG0ZINZ6nVs/s1600-h/Adirondack+017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkEYReN0ssI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QG0ZINZ6nVs/s400/Adirondack+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350584520740745922" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >The basket of geraniums is just an after-thought, a way to use up old plants that didn't have a good spot on the patio. In September all the dahlias behind this chair, along the fence, will be in bloom, and I'll try to take a better picture then of the chair, with the flowers in the background.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br />My efforts have attracted attention - everyone loves salvaging old furniture and putting it to good use. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkEYRIjV0iI/AAAAAAAAF7g/a2fkwNTx1qQ/s1600-h/Adirondack+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/SkEYRIjV0iI/AAAAAAAAF7g/a2fkwNTx1qQ/s400/Adirondack+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350584514925416994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Some of the gardeners hauled in this old picnic table and benches today.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-8352760592165094909?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-69332816597723367892009-06-22T09:06:00.000-07:002009-06-22T11:55:17.771-07:00Ohop Lake<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-1h9GRjwI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/0hoRV4zzlqQ/s1600-h/3650398467_de3bbcc447%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-1h9GRjwI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/0hoRV4zzlqQ/s400/3650398467_de3bbcc447%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350194477280628482" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >We packed a picnic lunch on Sunday and drove out to Alder Lake to explore the shoreline. But, it began to rain, so we finished our lunch and drove around, exploring the countryside. This is always enjoyable, and we found ourselves at Lake Ohop, right across from the large farm owned by our friends. (They were hosting a Russian Camping Retreat).<br /><br />People were fishing and putting their boats in the water, so we put the canoe in and paddled along the west end. </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-vNZhhUQI/AAAAAAAAF5U/frjmo-sV1O8/s1600-h/Ohop+Waterway+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-vNZhhUQI/AAAAAAAAF5U/frjmo-sV1O8/s400/Ohop+Waterway+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350187527064080642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >This is the outflow from Ohop Lake, very gentle water. Red winged blackbirds called from the cattails along the shoreline, and the <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/85934826@N00/3650769417/">sounds of birds</a>(video) were delightful. </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-unukwSYI/AAAAAAAAF5M/0XI77oG486A/s1600-h/Ohop+Waterway+012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-unukwSYI/AAAAAAAAF5M/0XI77oG486A/s400/Ohop+Waterway+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350186879879760258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >We approached a little dam, so turned around. We sure didn't want to <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/85934826@N00/3651592262/">get caught</a>(video) in any rapids or tumble over rocks. </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-uEEtMppI/AAAAAAAAF5E/v5QsteW_UP8/s1600-h/Ohop+Waterway+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-uEEtMppI/AAAAAAAAF5E/v5QsteW_UP8/s400/Ohop+Waterway+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350186267345462930" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >As we paddled back, we noticed an old submerged Adirondack chair. I figured we could haul it up and see if it was <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/85934826@N00/3651531622/">worth saving</a>(video) - it was! (No EASY task, getting that heavy chair into the canoe, but as I held on to cattails, George pulled it into the canoe!) We took it home, I cleaned the scum off, and now it sits along the grassy border at my garden at Franklin Park. I've wanted a chair for my garden, and this old woo</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >den one fits just right!</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-1Qc_sFpI/AAAAAAAAF6Q/orf4BxzjezM/s1600-h/3651194860_9c345b0df6%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-1Qc_sFpI/AAAAAAAAF6Q/orf4BxzjezM/s400/3651194860_9c345b0df6%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350194176605296274" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-6933281659772336789?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-85446715924304939832009-06-22T08:01:00.000-07:002009-06-22T09:03:22.168-07:00Progress In The Garden<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >When the Metropolitan Park District gave me an additional garden plot at the end of April, I scrambled to get the plots organized, trenches dug, and seeds planted. In some cases, I purchased small 'sets', vegetable starts from the local nursery. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-rFxdf6SI/AAAAAAAAF48/VrrGFYRGpPo/s1600-h/Garden+Produce+035.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-rFxdf6SI/AAAAAAAAF48/VrrGFYRGpPo/s400/Garden+Produce+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350182998004197666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >I had to start my corn this way, giving it a head start...right now it is shooting up phenomenally, due to the way I planted it, with rows of compost and manure between rows, and banked with grass clippings.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Many Russian ladies garden all around me, with some plots devoted entirely to potatoes or tomatoes. They garden communally, with all of t</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >he ladies tending <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">everyone's</span> plot. Three sides of my plots are bordered by the Russians, and I appreciate this because they are very good gardeners, keeping their plots neat and clean. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-qPezF_TI/AAAAAAAAF40/svRONh-2Ocs/s1600-h/Garden+Produce+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-qPezF_TI/AAAAAAAAF40/svRONh-2Ocs/s400/Garden+Produce+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350182065281563954" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" > In this photo I'm squatting next to my wild <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">borage</span>. It went to seed in my garden</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" > </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >last year. I saved the volunteers, so I can add the leaves to salads.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-pgxvqcuI/AAAAAAAAF4s/IADHKvDe8Ds/s1600-h/Garden+Produce+037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-pgxvqcuI/AAAAAAAAF4s/IADHKvDe8Ds/s400/Garden+Produce+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350181262913598178" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Thinning my beets; I pull the largest leaves off the pla</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >nts and use them in salads. Last year little mice ate through most of my golden beets, so I </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >didn't plant them this year. Cilantro and basil seedlings are just starting to sprout in one of the inner rows. Night-time temps have to routinely hover around 50 degrees to get these sprouted.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-pH8bNYOI/AAAAAAAAF4k/rvsfzeEnyNs/s1600-h/Garden+Produce+026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-pH8bNYOI/AAAAAAAAF4k/rvsfzeEnyNs/s400/Garden+Produce+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350180836283867362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Kids and families are frequently walking along the na</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >ture trail bordering the garden. People stop to visit, and several people have asked if I'm planting the dahlias that I planted last year. Old people from the retirement home stop by to look at the garden on their daily walk. Many of them have windows overlooking the garden - they keep an eye on who comes and goes.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-oWb4dE2I/AAAAAAAAF4c/7vHbLBbBoNM/s1600-h/Garden+Produce+021.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-oWb4dE2I/AAAAAAAAF4c/7vHbLBbBoNM/s400/Garden+Produce+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350179985734570850" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >I weed and water different parts of my garden every day, spending at least two hours a day on the project. Kale and mustard seedlings in the front here. The mustard has club root, so I've not thinned them out. Once this fungus gets into a garden it is difficult to grown cabbage, cauliflower, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">brussel</span> sprouts, etc. The soil must be dormant for five years to </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >eradicate the pest. Our garden co-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ordinator</span> says that a soup made from boiled <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">rhubarb</span> leaves can be poured on the planting rows before setting seed, and that it helps to kill the fungus.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-n2KqAdfI/AAAAAAAAF4U/lusGq6IJ0ic/s1600-h/Garden+Produce+022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-n2KqAdfI/AAAAAAAAF4U/lusGq6IJ0ic/s400/Garden+Produce+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350179431354758642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >My kale seedlings....so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">pretty</span> when a water spray covers them in the morning. I'll be doing a second crop of these in the fall, so I have winter-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">overing</span> plants. Then I'll pick them all winter.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-nLTcsceI/AAAAAAAAF4M/8dop4XpgNCo/s1600-h/Garden+Produce+036.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-nLTcsceI/AAAAAAAAF4M/8dop4XpgNCo/s400/Garden+Produce+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350178694980465122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >I've planted just a few flowers to attract bees for pollinating my zucchini. They are planted in compost that has been layered in grass clippings. This is a way to extend a growing berm, and the grass decomposes throughout the summer.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-l3mvQfvI/AAAAAAAAF38/HL7aqqoaIig/s1600-h/My+Garden+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-l3mvQfvI/AAAAAAAAF38/HL7aqqoaIig/s400/My+Garden+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350177257049587442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Collards are doing great. The fuzz in the background is sweet fennel.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-k-O2ttMI/AAAAAAAAF30/FQXwKxn2nJI/s1600-h/Garden+Produce+040.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-k-O2ttMI/AAAAAAAAF30/FQXwKxn2nJI/s400/Garden+Produce+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350176271385867458" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Rows of curly mustard, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">broccolini</span>, onions and lettuce. I have 26 tomato plants this year, for sauce and drying.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br />We spent several weekends hauling in horse manure from the riding stables in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Spanaway</span>. The stuff is free, u-haul. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-j0tpPYNI/AAAAAAAAF3k/l8P3Safi7t0/s1600-h/My+Garden+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-j0tpPYNI/AAAAAAAAF3k/l8P3Safi7t0/s400/My+Garden+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350175008340533458" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >I've spread it along all my pathways to provide mulch. It makes for some soft walking! I'll dig it into the soil into the fall, letting it deteriorate through the winter. This pathway serves my leeks, onions, summer and winter squash, green beans, eggplants and corn.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-8544671592430493983?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-83357932809013121432009-06-22T07:48:00.001-07:002009-06-22T08:00:27.439-07:00The Focus Is On Learning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-ccA3SUxI/AAAAAAAAF3U/iMlRiOrEpss/s1600-h/3645131892_3fda4062ab%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-ccA3SUxI/AAAAAAAAF3U/iMlRiOrEpss/s320/3645131892_3fda4062ab%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350166887421596434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-bIvRIqqI/AAAAAAAAF3E/tC3fMcg0rsE/s1600-h/3645115738_59d04bca80%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-bIvRIqqI/AAAAAAAAF3E/tC3fMcg0rsE/s400/3645115738_59d04bca80%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350165456769034914" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >George took these photos over the weekend at a meeting focusing on teaching and expansion of the Baha'i Faith.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-bIR1i6KI/AAAAAAAAF28/vXGRauUaA68/s1600-h/3644322221_a5101cc902%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-bIR1i6KI/AAAAAAAAF28/vXGRauUaA68/s400/3644322221_a5101cc902%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350165448868685986" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-8335793280901312143?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13444703.post-62270847538940184062009-06-22T07:00:00.000-07:002009-06-22T10:17:34.523-07:00Taboli Salad with a Twist<a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-46442j2I/AAAAAAAAF7Q/fyxftnb9NY8/s1600-h/Garden+Produce+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SdQMlfluh6I/Sj-46442j2I/AAAAAAAAF7Q/fyxftnb9NY8/s400/Garden+Produce+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350198204182204258" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Normally, taboli salad is mostly fine wheat grain, but I put seven different raw vegetables into my food processor and made a mixture that could be added to the wheat salad to lighten it up. It is flavored with za-attar, a spice I bought at Akka, and olive oil. It looks like taboli, but it really is shredded vegetables. I layered kale, lettuce, and green onions and put the salad on top. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Our three sons went up to Mt. Ranier for a hike over the weekend. Both days were free to the public so the place was packed with visitors. They drove to a remote trail that and had an all day hike, coming home absolutely famished. I brought out some east-Indian lentil soup, naan buns with home-made cheese, and they chowed down. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Rue has two monthes off during 'maternity leave', so he has some well-earned time off. Last week he came over and I taught him, Daisy, and Taraz how to make 'farmer's cheese' and yogurt. Taraz filmed a little of it, and Rue took notes. Within an hour and a half both had been prepared, and the yogurt incubating. I cautioned Rue about squeezing out too much of the whey to speed up the process - it will result in a grainy cheese much like Parmesan, great for sprinkling but not for spreading on toast or buns. For this type of cream cheese there has to be more moisture. A feta-type of cheese is made when the dripping is allowed to continue for several hours. All three outcomes are a real treat, and depending on what type of cheese is needed the cheesemaker will watch the dripping/squeezing process.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">The left-over whey, about 2 1/2 quarts, was used for the east-Indian lentil soup. And the yogurt is used in the naan. I gave Rue a spice blend that I prepare from scratch to use on the top of the buns. It is a wonderful blend of dark red paprika, oregano, cayenne, kosher salt, coarse pepper blends, and sesame seeds. I find that mixing my own blends from fresh ingredients is cheaper than buying them blended.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13444703-6227084753894018406?l=flitzyphoebie.blogspot.com'/></div>Bonitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09634611054014237422noreply@blogger.com1