We arrived in Seattle in the middle of blueberry season so, naturally, we spent many of our afternoons picking delicious berries at the peak of freshness. Those that weren’t gobbled immediately (Henry is well known for this) were saved for the blueberry’s most noble purpose: Marla’s blueberry pie.
Though it is not yet Spring we had a short summer-like heatwave last weekend. With temperatures up in the high 80’s we thought it might be fun to put on our swimsuits and jump in the fountain. Continue reading