What bears already know
Today was a banner day at the farmers' market. Our fish guy had some beautiful smoked salmon for half off (because it was overdone--my favorite!). And this is the time of year when you can get a good tomato in Seattle. Beets for her, even though they are gross. Some flame colored dahlias because there is more than one way to feed yourself. And, straight from the Shuksan...wild huckleberries. The last time we had these, I used them as a reward on the hardest hike we ever did. Mt. Pilchuk, to the watchtower, is only three miles, but much of it is over scree fields with ankle-turning shifty rocks. It took us three tries to actually make it, finally at the end of the season, with the promise of even more huckleberries if she would just keep going a little further.
So today, we had salmon and huckleberries for breakfast and then compared our purple tongues. She won. And I told her we were eating like grizzly bears and roared at her, at which she nodded and excused herself. Apparently that's not funny anymore.
Since we are on day three of a five day rainy streak (today was squalls, while yesterday was hard rain, and the day before, drizzle), we stayed in and cleaned the house. And now that all my dishes are clean, I will proceed to dirty every one of them making a tomato tart for dinner.