Qlitz and Squalor and everything in between is compacted into Palermo. Mom and I ran head on into our own prejudice, fear and bias in an instant of being dropped off by our taxi driver in a ghetto near an open air market in the middle of Palermo center. The driver, unable … Read More


Alessandro was our Emilia Romagna guide for the day, charming, funny, smart and had the most melodic voice as he told us the how and why of Parmigiano, Balsamic and Prosciutto. I could fill a warehouse with all the photos and video of our day, but I will save you that suffering … Read More

First Stop- Bologna

I had this grand idea of a daily photo and musings chronicle of our trip to italy. So many things often work so much better in my imagination. On a good day, I am a dweeb in the world of technology; internet connection, cell data, roaming, hotspots, data vs. internet, global wifi, Vodafone, AAARRGH! … Read More

Spiteful Spring

We get a warm, sunny, Sunday. End of story. Oh, I almost forgot; we had a warm, sunny Thursday. This is a spiteful spring opening. The annual spring fever of mating frogs has begun in the farms’ winter creek, a symphony of ribbetting love songs to all the lady froggies, the humming … Read More

Beginning Bee Keeping Class

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Hosted at our home and host apiaries on Vashon Island, we look forward to sharing our experiences with you and exchanging ideas on beekeeping (and chicken coop ideas, too!). Check out our constantly refreshed photos and videos on our Tumblr blog! April 17, Noon-2:30 p.m., $30  La Biondo Farm  – 20602 111th Ave SW- Vashon Island … Read More

IKEA by Joon

Several friends were conveniently unavailable and/ or unwilling to help me with a small IKEA project. They either had previous crazy making experience or they have seen the late night TV/YouTube IKEA bashing. One rainy morning there was Joon Kitty, faux snoozing on his chair, disdainfully suspicious of the bits and pieces on the … Read More

Zero to sixty two…

February 2, 2016, I will be 62. I do not remember this time when I was so pinchable. Mom remembers it like it was yesterday. I saw it on her face as we looked through a box of pictures together. In this picture she feels the soft squishy folds of fatness, she … Read More

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