As I sit celebrating the equinox, the official end of summer (even though the fashion police would have you thinking Labor Day was it, when you officially stored your white shoes and seersucker suit), I couldn't help but revisit some of the finer moments of the summer by getting back on the blogwagon.Major summer endeavors included: our bourgeoning garden, field work for both halves (MN's was much more "adventure on the high seas" than mine, but I got to sleep in my own bed every night), maintaining a comfortable yet inexpensive temperature in the house, playing and watching lots of tennis, and a little travel here and a little travel there. All in all, we didn't die of heat stroke and we managed plenty of weekend adventure despite our geographic location.
The garden turned out pretty well, with much success in our first attempt to grow warm-climate crops like peppers. We had great success with the cayennes, but I think my favorite was the Italian sweet Corno di toro pepper--delicious.
The tomatoes started off with a bang and grew, and grew, and grew. Unfortunately, they grew huge but didn't exactly become laden with fruit as we had hoped. We did get a few delicious Cherokee Purples, which were similar to a Brandywine but I think even more flavorful. They are a keeper and will make the cut next year. We also had a bumper crop of basil, with staggered planting so as to keep us in the money all summer long. The combination of the tomatoes and basil led to many an Insalata Caprese. We did lose our parsley to a family of swallowtail butterfly caterpillars--an early crushing of one, led to amnesty for the rest and one decimated parsley plant! These guys seemingly eat their weight in a day!
In other critter news, we did have a Wild Kingdom moment--Marlin Perkins wasn't there to narrate, but I was, and I could hardly contain myself when I saw the snake I had been watching go for broke after a toad clear across the yard. Snake 1, Toad 0.
Our furry 4-legged critter didn't dig the heat and humidity much and on more than one occasion I found myself adjusting the thermostat downward on her behalf--she is spoiled. In the end I figured the cost of the AC was minimal compared to a trip to the vet to patch up all her bare spots! Perhaps she'll get shorn next summer to make the Virginia heat a little easier to bear. She did find some solace in beach-going--the water seemed to suit her as well as the Pacific, though she was a bit confused when her people got in it too.
As for the travels, I had high hopes for the girls' backpacking trip to the Bigelow Range--sadly, the weather made for not such a great outdoor experience and the end-of-trip Geary's were consumed a bit short of their planned date. The moose didn't seem to mind the rain and cold though, so our trip wasn't without one good wildlife sighting. I'm pretty sure next year a desert trip is in order--or at least something in an arid climate!
Even in the desert southwest it rains though. We made it to CO for a short trip to see some pals and explore a bit. Highlights from that adventure included a biking brewery tour of Fort Collins, many breakfasts at Lucile's, and a nice (but partly rainy) hike up to Emerald Lake and a view of Tyndall Glacier (or what was left of it). The air is thin at 10,500' but we must have been in better shape than we thought or the adrenaline took over, because it didn't seem all that bad!
In other critter news, we did have a Wild Kingdom moment--Marlin Perkins wasn't there to narrate, but I was, and I could hardly contain myself when I saw the snake I had been watching go for broke after a toad clear across the yard. Snake 1, Toad 0.
Our furry 4-legged critter didn't dig the heat and humidity much and on more than one occasion I found myself adjusting the thermostat downward on her behalf--she is spoiled. In the end I figured the cost of the AC was minimal compared to a trip to the vet to patch up all her bare spots! Perhaps she'll get shorn next summer to make the Virginia heat a little easier to bear. She did find some solace in beach-going--the water seemed to suit her as well as the Pacific, though she was a bit confused when her people got in it too.
As for the travels, I had high hopes for the girls' backpacking trip to the Bigelow Range--sadly, the weather made for not such a great outdoor experience and the end-of-trip Geary's were consumed a bit short of their planned date. The moose didn't seem to mind the rain and cold though, so our trip wasn't without one good wildlife sighting. I'm pretty sure next year a desert trip is in order--or at least something in an arid climate!
Even in the desert southwest it rains though. We made it to CO for a short trip to see some pals and explore a bit. Highlights from that adventure included a biking brewery tour of Fort Collins, many breakfasts at Lucile's, and a nice (but partly rainy) hike up to Emerald Lake and a view of Tyndall Glacier (or what was left of it). The air is thin at 10,500' but we must have been in better shape than we thought or the adrenaline took over, because it didn't seem all that bad!
And, lest we neglect our "home" state, we did manage a recent weekend camping trip to the wilds of western VA. We passed through Staunton on our way to the George Washington National Forest and I think I'd like to go back there some time--very cute town with sort of an artsy vibe to it. The camping was okay but the company was great. We did some chillaxin' and had some fun with zen campfire cooking and smores-making.
A hike up Shenandoah Mountain and the history lesson that came with it left at least one member of our party tired--so tired she skipped the smores-fest and took herself to bed--right on two comfy sleeping bags, neither of which belonged to her.
And last but not least for the summer of 2009 was a typically fantastic return trip to the Emerald City. We saw friends, jumping salmon, wedded bliss, hangovers, and alas, "the mountain was out" almost the entire time we were there.
A hike up Shenandoah Mountain and the history lesson that came with it left at least one member of our party tired--so tired she skipped the smores-fest and took herself to bed--right on two comfy sleeping bags, neither of which belonged to her.
And last but not least for the summer of 2009 was a typically fantastic return trip to the Emerald City. We saw friends, jumping salmon, wedded bliss, hangovers, and alas, "the mountain was out" almost the entire time we were there.
