A visit to the Fruit des Vignes farm stand on Vashon Island promises fresh produce, cheap antiques and a step back in time.
I didn’t think I’d have time for a garden this summer. I was supposed to leave for Nepal in April to film a documentary about Sherpa life. June would find me in Alaska, and in July we’d head to Maine. All that traveling leaves little time for a healthy garden.
When I started this blog, I pictured myself sitting down with a hot cup of coffee, wearing a pretty dress and a messy bun, writing about the beauty of island living. It all sounded pretty romantic. Tonight I find myself writing in the dark, wearing a stain-covered Alaska t-shirt pulled from a pile of clothes
Snowbound on Vashon. If you haven’t read my “About Me” you should take a moment. There you’ll read that I’m from Florida. If you read til the end, you’ll see that I moved from Florida to Alaska. So, I should be 100% on board with snow, right? Wellll…. it’s still got its learning curves. The
Christmas is over. Obviously. But it helps to put it in writing because I’m sitting directly under mistletoe, my tree is still brightly lit, and I just took the stockings down today. But hey – I should give myself a break – we’re only three, er 18 days post-Christmas… Yikes. Despite my lack of activity
I have a love for all things edible. Cake? Check. Carrots? Check. Cheetos? Guilty check. Seriously… if it’s edible, I probably love it. And if I haven’t had it, I’ll try it. I was raised in a loud Italian family. Our Sicilian heritage is most evident in our love for food and our inability to