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All local, Pacific Northwest eats. Some of the best of the season and we ain’t even picking apples yet!

But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:
And now from having ridden out desire
They lie closed over in the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.

~Robert Frost, “Blue-Butterfly Day”

But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:
And now from having ridden out desire
They lie closed over in the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.

~Robert Frost, “Blue-Butterfly Day”

Saw my first Mars Hill compound in Bellevue the other day. At first I didn’t notice it, but as I was parked at a stop light it felt as though 1000 dementors were trying to suck my soul out of the left side of my body. I sniffed the air and caught a familiar scent: brainwashing. Seen it before. Seen it a thousand times…

Saw my first Mars Hill compound in Bellevue the other day. At first I didn’t notice it, but as I was parked at a stop light it felt as though 1000 dementors were trying to suck my soul out of the left side of my body. I sniffed the air and caught a familiar scent: brainwashing. Seen it before. Seen it a thousand times…

Some keep the Sabbath going to church;	
I keep it staying at home,	
With a bobolink for a chorister,	
And an orchard for a dome.

- Emily Dickinson

Some keep the Sabbath going to church;
I keep it staying at home,
With a bobolink for a chorister,
And an orchard for a dome.

- Emily Dickinson