S & B made our first foray ever to the U-district farmers' market today to pick up some green tomatoes. S's recipe for french onion soup and the Cafe Flora recipe for fried green tomatos made staying home from backpacking a mighty fine idea despite B's typical panic about getting to the hills in the end of the season. You can't eat quite so yummily in la montanas. Mr. Watson, we saw you on the Ave. Oh yeah, I guess you saw us too. But did you see us in Cellophane Square too?
Last weekend Bridal Veil Falls was wicked gorgeous. Just look at the sheer bliss face caused by sending the remaining contents of the one shared water bottle in B's direction, at the height of the hike people, not the end. Actually there may have been a few drops left. Tomorrow we're heading on a day hike with the Johnsons. Ahh summertime, don't ever leave.
Speaking of summer, Ms. Duncan looked fantabulous as always last evening at her birthday spectacular in Belltown. Woot! And S&B are NOT, as the rumors might have suggested, moving their buns to a dilapidated cabin in the Skykomish on Old Cascade Hwy and leaving their UW yobs and urban lives...Not yet that is!
After flirting with Seattle life for 3 months, Mr. Fox has left us Monday to return to NYC with these immortal words that freakishly well sum up the gestalt of the past three months for a summer lover, although he's describing our trip to Orcas Island and visit w/Mr. Belliveau:
"Because we went over (to Orcas) at night, I could not see how gorgeous it was there. The Islands look as if they were just dropped down into the sea by the gods. The clouds were thick and white set against the vast blueness of the sky. I was overcome by how beautiful it was and thought to myself, this is what it is all about."
Amen, brutha, ain't nothing better than the summer in the Northwest, say Blue Scholars, totally on point, and before quoting any other great thinkers, Peace out.
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