With brownies baking in the oven, now is a good time to write. They’re beginning to smell good, maybe I’ll indulge in a portion of little one that’s baking in a ramekin next to the 9×13 pan which Ed will take to the community dinner workers in the morning.
Normally the brownies or cake is baked in the morning for the workers like to dive in while it’s still warm. They’re partial to the Turtle brownies which I jazz up with various good stuff: a few dollops of plum sauce, some ground flax seed, perhaps a handful of ground almonds or hazelnuts and a cup of chocolate chips. Whatever seems good when putting them together. The batch is always doubled so they’re thick with enough for the ramekin. Hey, I have to make sure they’re edible. Right? Tomorrow is supposed to be another day of temps around the 90’s, too hot to be heating up the house first thing in the morning.
One of my neighbors, the one who is teaching Ed how to play the piano, and I have been walking most mornings before work. In the beginning we walked the relatively level, paved route that more or less follows the creek upstream. It’s a beautiful walk though the road is narrow, has many blind corners and often not much of a shoulder, if any. After several weeks of that we ventured up the road leading south out of town. It’s a more challenging walk with the road climbing uphill for about 3/4 mile before leveling out to a gradual climb until it finally tops out at just over a mile. Once we leave town the road is gravel, the traffic is light. Often we walk without encountering any vehicles except in town.
Looking northwest from the highest point on Peaks View Rd. The haze is from smoke that drifted into the valley from distant forest fires. On clear days we can clearly see Mt St Helens and Mt Rainer, in Washington State. One crystal clear morning I even saw the snowy peaks of Olympic Mountains, also in Washington.
The road takes us past this small, family run sawmill where Ed gets maple wood for his products.
Summer has been good this year. Even if I’ve only stuck my feet in the creek once. Work keeps us busy, as does the garden and babysitting, getting in wood for the winter and canning. The gravenstein apple tree has given up almost all its apples. They’ve been eaten fresh; made into many cakes, and a pie or two; sauced and sealed into jars for the winter. We’ve feasted on sugar snap peas, Swiss chard and carrots. The tomatoes are hanging huge and close to ripe, fingering green beans are growing daily and the corn is beginning to round out their husks.
Spinning, a bit of weaving and knitting continues to happen. These days more knitting than the other two, there’s a pair of boot socks on my needles that have been there far too long. Only about 1/2 an ounce remains of the Alpaca that I’ve been spinning on the Great Wheel. The tapestry loom was pressed into duty, a piece almost half finished when the warp finally convinced me that it definitely needed a redo. The loom is rewarped, I only need to put the heddles back in place and commence weaving again. Once I can block out a chunk of time.
The brownies are out of the oven and cool enough to cover. Bed is calling.
Six o’clock will come too quickly tomorrow morning. Walking hills is best done before the sun heats the day.