Garden, Unleashed


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Light. Water. Time.Garden, UnleashedBuster wants to see what we have to show for ours.Garden, UnleashedPersimmons. Tricky to photograph, since these sway in the breeze. Harder to harvest because raccoons sneak in during the night and swipe the ripe ones.Garden, UnleashedAsian pears. Not quite ripe yet–the birds will tell us when they’re ready.Garden, UnleashedOne of the bees, in our cilantro.Garden, UnleashedAn onion, climbing out the garden ahead of schedule.Garden, UnleashedThai basil.Garden, UnleashedYellow zucchini, with flowers.Garden, UnleashedCarrot, ready to flower.Garden, UnleashedEggplant flower.Garden, UnleashedPink Lady apples. Watched carefully by the birds, who will peck a hole to tell us how tasty they are. (Gee, thanks.)Garden, UnleashedAnother onion, striving to escape. (What is it about these onions?)Garden, UnleashedAmaranth. Out standing in the crowd.Garden, UnleashedChestnuts.Garden, UnleashedBeans. Garden, UnleashedA very small cornfield. So far, this crop has come farther than last year’s which was blown over in a windstorm. If we’re lucky, we’ll get tasty popcorn.Garden, UnleashedFuture Roma tomatoes.Garden, UnleashedPart of the day’s harvest:  over 10 pounds of carrots and as many pounds of cabbage. We had already brought up 30 pounds of nectarines.

Bugs’ Lives: The Sequel


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“They live lives of quiet desperation.”  (Not really, but when the going gets rough the bees turn to fruit for nectar.)Bugs' Lives:  The SequelIt can’t be all bad, since this bee was very docile as I photographed it.Bugs' Lives:  The SequelAphids, unfortunately, make themselves at home. We rescued several red cabbages from further damage.Bugs' Lives:  The SequelThe cilantro had matured into coriander, but the bees did not mind the change. Bugs' Lives:  The SequelNext to our garden bees, this forest beetle looks almost armored.Bugs' Lives:  The SequelThe fennel, neglected since we had gone out of town, did not miss us. Neither did the bees.Bugs' Lives:  The SequelThis bee did not welcome my interruption.Bugs' Lives:  The SequelEven the corn tassels are worth investigating.

Lava River Cave


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Buster decided to sit this one out. He’s 13, and we weren’t sure he wanted to go digging around in a cave.Lava Rock CaveDoesn’t look like much from here, but come closer …Lava Rock CaveIt goes almost straight down, into the cave.Lava Rock CaveA few intrepid pups (and their companion) hiked the cave. Note the booties, which protect their paws from sharp rocks.Lava River CaveA view down the cave. We knew to bring extra layers, since it can be cold here (32-40 degrees F). In July, isn’t that the point of this hike?Lava River CaveLava cave floor. Lava River CaveMy husband Bryon helped me over the rough spots. In spite of my excellent trail shoes I twisted my ankle a few times. (Luckily nothing serious.)Lava River CaveAt the split. “Stay to the right,” we were told. “It’ll be easier.”Lava River Cave“Easier” is relative. Alex is 6’3″. (Even I had to crab-walk this.)Lava River CaveA view of the ceiling.Lava River CaveA second view of the ceiling. The cave changes to reflect humidity and other ambient conditions.Lava River CaveA Rorschach test. (Not really–a view of the walls.)Lava River CaveThe sign says, “DUCK”. In case you needed the reminder.Lava River CaveGrafitti at the turnaround point of the hike. This is supposed to be the warmest point of the hike. I couldn’t tell, since I had already taken off and tied my sweat jacket around my waist.Lava River CaveI wasn’t sure about the significance of the boat, either.Lava River CaveMold growing from litter left by prior hikers.