Morning fog rolls in over the water, enveloping us in eerie mystery. The first leaves are starting to change as sunrise air brings the first shivers in months. One of the biggest festivals of the year, The Port Townsend Film Festival, has come to a close. Filmmakers have come and gone, and the downtown streets, still teeming with people just a few days ago, are quiet and subdued. For the first time in decades, after leaving Houston’s endless summer, I am experiencing the onset of fall.
Many have warned me of the rain, darkness, and gloom that are due to arrive, but I look forward to it. There is so much to do here, and it’s hard in our first year to say no to any of it. I’ve had a number of adventures, but I’m ready to turn inward again, and I find the moody mornings somehow soothing. As the pace is just starting to slow, I will keep the blog to once a week for now, until I get my “sea legs” back.
There are many stories to tell and adventures to share in the weeks to come, but I’ll start with a few photos of “what I did on my summer vacation.” Enjoy!
- I harvested bounty from the garden.
- I had my first taste of a Wooden Boat Festival.
- I picked, froze, dehydrated, ate, and cooked mass quantities of figs from a backyard tree!
- Here’s my first, awkward skein of homespun wool. I took a three-part class on spinning. Next up? I wash, dry, and comb a fleece from a sheep named Huckleberry.
- No matter the time of day, something interesting always goes on outside my window…but I love mornings the best!
Glad to have you back! The photos are gorgeous. I’ve never seen figs right off the tree. That is so exciting that you can spin yarn. Good luck on the next step!
Thanks, Tina! We had some houseguests weekend before last who had a grand time picking figs and eating them straight from the tree. It was so fun to share! I’ve been trying some great fig recipes, too…but more about that later!
Glad you’re back. What a view from your window. And does Huckleberry belong to you, or is he just your wool source?
Thanks, Julie! Good to be back.
Huckleberry lives on a small farm just a few miles from my home. I have made a solemn promise to Hubby that I won’t get involved with growing animals for fiber, and I am content with just seeing him. The bag of fleece also came with his photo, which I am displaying proudly in my utility room. The fleece won a couple of awards in the recent county fair, and the ribbons were included in the purchase (I’m not sure why).
Your beetroot looks fabulous! What a harvest…
Thanks, Maria! Just picked some more this morning. It’s tasty, too!