The hardcover book is being printed, and will be available by the beginning of July 2019. Contact us if you’d like to reserve a copy.
Today we sent the book off to the publisher. We hope to have the book for sale by July 2.
On my bike ride this evening, everything seemed sere and toasted. Maybe it is the drought and hot weather (90’s), but the scenery is burned up. The black cherries are gone (so quickly it seems) and the beach plums are also gone. Will we get grapes this year with all this heat? I tried for elderberries at Beavertail last week, but Beavertail was toasted also. Summer is burning out.
Ha, you will have to wait for the book…
They started perfuming the air about a week ago and are going strong now
I have never seen so many berries as this year. Peak mulberries right now. The wineberries peaked about a week ago. Our most robust blueberry still had a few last weekend. Some elderberries are coming in but the birds pick them off immediatly
During my bike trip today I noticed the first gathering of swallows (barn swallow) on the wires. The young barn swallows must have fledged, and I could hear constant chattering between (presumably) parents and adults. Flying lessons and bug lessons I have to assume, although Kenneth Grahame had a different opinion (see below).
In the original Wind in the Willows, Mr. Rat has an interesting conversation with the swallows (these are British swallows which as similar to our barn swallows). It starts like this:
`O, we’re not off yet, if that’s what you mean,’ replied the first swallow. `We’re only making plans and arranging things. Talking it over, you know–what route we’re taking this year, and where we’ll stop, and so on. That’s half the fun!’
And then the swallows talk about their wintering ground:
What sun-bathed coasts, along which the white villas glittered against the olive woods! What quiet harbours, thronged with gallant shipping bound for purple islands of wine and spice, islands set low in languorous waters!