U-Pick Strawberries

If you’ve never gone out to a farm and picked your own fruit or vegetables, it’s something you should do. Hubby and I both grew up in farm country, so heading out to an orchard, strawberry farm, etc., is nothing new. And in the west, blackberries grow wild, so stake out your spot early (we found a blackberry patch here, too, but don’t tell anyone. We hate competition).

Today’s harvest was strawberries. 45 minutes to pick 27 pounds, and the rest of the day to make jam, pie, and freeze whole berries. Totally worth it, because now we have Christmas gifts already made for our co-workers!


RIP, Blue Bug

We had a good run. It seems like just yesterday that I drove you home from the dealership, all shiny and new, then to my former workplace, so I could rub it in my former co-workers’ faces that I now had a job that allowed me to buy pretty things (it’s not my fault – they could leave, too, if they wanted to!). Image

We taught two teenagers to drive (only one of whom actually tried to kill us all), spent a year with a 6-foot German girl folded into the back seat, and you cradled my grandmother while I drove her to the ER after she fell and hit her head.

And now, the guy at the repair shop has the nerve to say repairs will cost more than $2,000 and that you’re “not worth it.” Has he met you?

You patiently and without complaint allowed me to afix flowery brake light covers and magnetic flowers and peace signs to you (I didn’t know it would make you look like a Barbie car, I swear!); you seemed to enjoy it when softball players piled in, tossed their bags in the back, and asked you to take them all over the Northwest for tournaments. Image

You drove me to the urgent care while I sat in the driver’s seat, bent over in pain from kidney stones, and even went willingly to college with my daughter, when I needed to use her automatic transmission car, after I tore my Achilles and couldn’t use a clutch.

We’ve been together for 14 years, through thick and thin, happy and sad times, but it’s time to say good-bye, my friend. Because while I disagree with the mechanic’s assessment that you’re “not worth it,” my checkbook is squarely on his side. It’s nothing personal, but it’s time.

Double rainbow!

And this one went all the way. A full rainbow tonight (after a major thunderstorm), though the double was only on the “pot of gold” ends. And even with a wide-angle lens, I couldn’t get the whole thing in the frame, so instead, you just get both sides.