All of this bounty came from a little farm nestled in the foothills outside of Ronan. Sheila and Steve have lived there for 25 years, raising their family and managing an enourmous garden. There current spread consists of raised beds and paths covering about 1000 square feet. At one time it was more then double that size. Sheila said she used to put up 300 quarts of green beans every year. 300 quarts...can you imagine? They have an expansive raspberry patch which they jokingly curse as it migrates into the surrounding paths and beds. As I left, they made sure to tell me that if I know anyone else in need of raspberry starts, to send them their way. So, if any of you are in the neighborhood and are looking for some raspberries, leave a comment with a way to get in touch and I will pass you along to Sheila.
Of course, in my haste to get on the road, I forgot my camera, so I have no photos of the adventure. I am contemplating putting more plants all along our back fence to deter the critters and give more fruit. If I decide to go ahead with that, there may be another trip to visit Sheila and Steve this fall to partake of their frustrating bounty.
We spent the rest of yesterday with NO PLANS. I wish I could express how amazing it felt to have no where to be and nothing to do. It's been weeks since we just enjoyed each other's company, napped and hung out.
Today entailed another adventure. Fishing. I am not a hardcore fisherwoman. I defintely couldn't do it for days on end, but I love to be outside in a beautiful spot, just listening and watching the natural world. My husband's grandpa actually has a certified "secret fishing hole". He was shown the spot by a man who refused to take his own son because he was too much of a loud mouth. In the thirty years he has been going to this spot, his grandpa has only taken five people there. His two closest brothers, my husband's dad and my husband. And now me. We went for the first time two years ago and I was the first woman that his grandpa had ever brought along. I am flattered to have that spot in the ranks. He is surrounded by women he loves, but I am a different breed. I build things, take things apart, get my hands dirty, I'm not afraid of bugs or falling down or getting into the thick of things and he has always liked that. So, I got to tag along to this very special spot.
It is a beautiful place, so calm and peaceful, even with the river roaring by as the snow melts from the mountain tops. Now, as I said, I don't know a lot about fishing, but I guess most people think you can't catch fish in the high water. Its muddy and fast and a lot of people don't even go out. But that is the beauty of this spot and the reason they go back, year after year. Here, you can. The day before, they had caught 13 fish over a few hours. Today, we caught 4. I caught my first trout since I was a kid. It was way more exciting then the sucker fish I caught last time, which nobody wants. My fish actually broke the line and flopped down the rocks into the water as I was trying to pick it up to get a picture. I was so mad as it swam away. So the photo below is with one of the two that J caught. Those suckers are strong. Notice how tightly I am holding on (and ignore the lack of muscle tone in my upper arm, jeez, I'm out of shape).
And to finish off this very long, not very homemakerish post, I will show you some shots of the wildflowers and other pretty things I saw along the trail today.
(for the individual photos, you can visit my flickr photostream)