August It is no easier to escape August than January – late summer lassitude bows the asters, curls the sunflowers just as the blizzard quiets winter. My hammock is my sled hurtling with frogs in first fall of alder leaves, swinging over plums fried on the patio, watching the squirrel choose soft figs over peanuts. […]Read more "August"
Anyone in Portland who buys plums right now is an idiot. Have you even looked at the sidewalk? All that ooshy-gooshy stuff you have walk around or clean off your shoes? Look up! Oh my god, it’s plums. Portland has so many types of plums, and most of them are ripe, almost ripe, or just […]Read more "Don’t Buy Plums"
Eric and I decided it was time that we led a Pedalpalooza tour. For those of you who aren’t usual Portland cyclists, Pedalpalooza is a three-week bike festival in June. Some rides are practical and educational, like the NE Urban Farm Tour and Touring for Women, but most are just for ridiculous fun, like the […]Read more "Food Foraging Pedalpalooza Ride"