Day 72: Plum Day

Harvesting plums is a lot of work, so today we bought some children. The price was reasonable, and included a free dog. We made them work all day, and gave them nothing at all to eat. (Unless you count the french toast breakfast we cooked for the whole crew.) The first part of the day was spent harvesting plums. > Oh no, not the plum mines! Quiet you. Back to work. No, you can’t have a ladder. One of the crew nearly started a plum fight. Once they had collected enough, the harvest had to be hauled 18 miles from … Continue reading Day 72: Plum Day

Day 71: Grass Valley

About halfway between Sacramento and Reno, there’s a place called Grass Valley. When life’s too crazy, and you’re ready to be surrounded by mountains and trees and music and friendly dogs and good food, this is the place you’re looking for. Look out. The dogs are friendly, but they’re wet. I’m lucky to have family in Grass Valley, and today is my Aunt Betty Rae’s birthday party. They told us not to bring anything, and we’re ignoring them. There are just too many plums. My muse sends me to get 25 of them so she can make one of her … Continue reading Day 71: Grass Valley

Day 29: Summer Tarts

My muse is going to take a week off around July 4th, so the first thing we do today is plan an escape. By “plan” I mean that we find a place on the map neither of us has ever been, and decide to figure the rest out as it comes. Speaking of figuring things out as we go, she wants to make a summer dinner for friends tonight. No argument from me, I’ll help. Did I mention she’s the best cook I’ve ever met? We text some acrobat-friends to see if they’re hungry, and it’s all set. The last … Continue reading Day 29: Summer Tarts