August 2007 Archives

Catching site of twelve sandhill cranes on the near horizon is startling to say the least. Wingspan--like 9 feet, height--a heckuva lot taller than my preschoolers, killer instinct--wicked.

That is one large webbed-foot.

Happy Birthday, Keith.

Veggie Dawg!

Salad for two, harvested from our garden. The carrots never got very big, although beets did pretty well, broccolli plants got huge, tomatoes produced lots of little bulbs. The frost came early though...August 7, and at the end of August the dog bowl has been freezing over most nights. I cut the tomato plants down and hung them inside to see if we could get some vine ripening. Every night we hear a few little hard green tomatoes fall onto the floor. Thump! thump, thum, thu and they roll away. So it goes.

Porcupine River, early August. Aaaaah.

David Lee drives us upriver towards the secret high-bush cranberry patch on the left bank about a third of the way to Circle.

We climbed a ladder up the cut bank and were surrounded by high-bush cranberries (not really cranberries at all actually) and rose hips. Seven of us picked for about two hours, resulting in about ten gallons of berries.

Cliff enjoys the drive back down river on a gorgeous late July day. We made a quick stop to pick up some cottonwood for the smoke fire in the fish cache.

Laurie and I made the fist case of jam at her fish cache...only about ten more cases to go.