With frozen air still pouring down out of the Fraser Valley, things haven’t thawed here in almost a week. Hit 17 degrees last night (very low for our maritime climate), and looking to be even colder tonight. And outside, it looks like a gorgeous early summer morning–bright low-angled sun, blue skies…

We did have a light dusting of very fine snow yesterday afternoon, just enough to briefly raise the kids’ (and my) hopes for Snow Day fun, but it evaporated almost as fast as it fell. Funny how even as a grown up, I can feel the excitement rising whenever there’s even the slightest chance of snow.

Animals are busy trying to fuel up to keep warm. I watched kinglets working over the salal and salmonberries with unusual urgency, searching out the tiny bugs and spider eggs they eat. Love those birds. Especially how they hang upside down to peer under leaves. A couple deer spent the better part of the day in our yard, too, eating pretty much everything they could reach. And on that note, I think I better head into the house to fuel up myself…there’s a box of leftover Thai food calling my name. Stay warm everyone!


Holiday Pop-Up Store


Just a quick reminder, I will be selling/signing books at the Charette Holiday pop-up store (130 Winslow Way) here on Bainbridge this Friday evening (5:00-7:00pm) for First Friday Art Walk. A great opportunity to pick up a signed/inscribed copy or 7 of Closer to the Ground. Did I mention it makes a great gift?

This little shop of cool gifts is curated by the fabulous Jil Smith, and she’ll be selling her gorgeous, handmade lampshades along with a host of other artists’ creations. Her work has been featured at the Seattle Art Museum gift shop and stylish homes, stores and restaurants throughout the West.

If you’re local and doing Art Walk, come on by and say hello. Or hop on the ferry and head for the Island–First Friday is a fun, lively evening. This commercial message is now over, and we return you to your regularly scheduled programming. Hope you are all well.



Icy north wind blowing tonight, supposed to drop down to the low 20s, and here I am pounding on the keyboard in my unheated office. Full puff gear, sherpa hat, fingerless gloves (almost as good for typing as they are for fishing) in effect. Still have to keep stopping to warm my hands in pockets or blow into ’em like I’m throwing dice.

In the house, though, it’s toasty. Of course, I’m already concerned about the rate at which we’re tearing through the woodpile, but it sure feels good. Nothing like a good wood stove.

Keep warm, everyone.