I may have to make a scarecrow to get the critters to stop eating our strawberries. Everything else, however, is coming along very well here at the McPrince Farm. Although the heat is driving us to the basement, it should give the berries and tomatoes that big final push they need to ripen up.
Cabbage
Cherry tomatoes
Raspberries
BlueberriesAfter months of our complaining, summer's officially here.
It hit 98 degrees yesterday. Hard to beat a day in the backyard -- got our new umbrella up just in time for the heatwave. We sat in the late afternoon shade, drank big glasses of sweet sun tea and listened to the Beavers on the radio in the College World Series.
Most of the Vancouver gang came over later for an impromptu grilled chicken taco night. And, heat be damned, I couldn't resist the temptation of an evening fire. All my pictures of the actual flames were lame, so I'll have to try shooting those again next time.
Gotta love June in the Northwest when you have light until around 10 p.m.
Today it's supposed to hit 100 degrees. This is one of those stretches when I think, "You know, air conditioning would be kinda nice after all." But, since this old house doesn't have AC, we're making due. The curtains are drawn. The house is dark. The lawn and gardens are soaked down. And Wiley and I have retreated to the basement to keep cool. I believe it's a good day for some Netflix.
Maybe the ice cream man will drive by.
In less than three months, here's where we'll be. The pictures at that site highlight several of the places we'll be going.
Our 12-day vacation will take us all over Morocco: Casablanca, Rabat, Chefchaouen, Fes, Merzouga, Marrakech, Essaouira and several other cities along the way. We'll sleep in the desert. Watch the sunrise over the dunes. Play drums in the squares. Stay at a kasbah. Experience Ramadan. And totally unplug.
Can we go now?
Our house is 99 years old this year. In the two-and-a-half years we've been here, we've done a lot to bring it back to its stately old self. And while there's still a lot to do before the grand 2007 birthday, sometimes we just have to sit back and simply enjoy the place.
My favorite picture of this place, hanging on the landing. Nice light on a Sunday morning.
Andrews House, 1907 - Prince House, 2004.We spent the holiday weekend in B.C. with Mom and Dad. Despite the two-hour wait at the border to get into Canada, the trip went smoothly.
Highlights include a fabulous Indian dinner at Vij's, a fun bike ride around Stanley Park, a lot of wine and a quick lunch in a Chinatown diner. We did lots of walking. While at the Granville Island Market, Mom got the idea of having a picnic, so we bought some smoked salmon, gorganzola cheese, olives and dolmas. Made for a nice lunch in the park.
While the food at Vij's was just as great as last time, there was another part of that experience that my mom and I will be talking about for a while. As we sat in the bar waiting for our table and drinking our first bottle of wine, I kept looking at a familiar-looking guy at the next table. Then, I finally realized I knew him from TV. I asked my mom if he looked familiar. Then, just as the hostess came to get us for our table, we realized who he was: Charlie (Dule Hill) from "The West Wing"! IMDB will have to do, we didn't go all paparazzi or anything.
We did have our camera at other points, though. Here are some pictures:
Seth at the totem poles in Stanley Park.
Totem poles.
We call this The Strut. Amy loves the eager "walk" signs in B.C.
More from Stanley Park.
Amy channels her inner fellow Oklahoman, Shannon Miller, by performing a flawless dismount from playground equipment in Stanley Park. Gotta love the bicycle helmet.
Us in Stanley Park.
Tim and Linda in Chinatown.
Amy takes charge of lunch plans. Tim and Linda are probably thinking, "Where are they taking us to eat now?!"
If you don't know who or where this is by now, too bad.
Downtown from Granville Island.
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