irreverence bound

All local, Pacific Northwest eats. Some of the best of the season and we ain't even picking apples yet!

But these are flowers that fly and all but sing: And now from having ridden out desire They lie closed over in the wind and cling Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire. ~Robert Frost, "Blue-Butterfly Day"

My first tomato and baby potato from the garden. It's embarrassing how giddy I am about some produce.

Saw my first Mars Hill compound in Bellevue the other day. At first I didn't notice it, but as I was parked at a stop light it felt as though 1000 dementors were trying to suck my soul out of the left side of my body. I sniffed the air and caught a familiar scent: brainwashing. Seen it before. Seen it a thousand times...

Some keep the Sabbath going to church; I keep it staying at home, With a bobolink for a chorister, And an orchard for a dome. - Emily Dickinson

Two soldiers, one of whom was wounded, returned home to the Pacific Northwest this week. The people of the Wenatchee Valley met them at the airport. It was a powerful experience.

"The mountains have crumbled; the winds have faded; My love has withered; Yet, I do not give up." - Pablo Picasso

Nothing like fresh-picked rainier cherries for your Fourth of July party. Northwest is best.

This little mule deer isn't scared, but she doesn't want me to get too close either...

You have to be believe in the bogey man to be afraid of the bogey man.

What if we used Sunday as a day to learn more about science and logic and reality? We could call it "Science Sunday" and it could actually make the world a better place. That, or we could just keep telling bedtime stories to each other and call it "morality," either way...