Then, something magical happened. Spring!
And lo, and behold! I discovered I had this inner-outdoorsy-self who wanted to spend every waking moment outside. We're talking hiking, whitewater rafting, mountain climbing, marathon running.
|Oh, you know, just a waterfall. We have lots of them.|
But the thought of cooking (and let's be honest here, developing recipes and taking pictures of said recipes) wasn't lighting my jets. I mean, when the outdoors beckons...
Disclaimer: To be perfectly honest, we had a rather toasty summer and the thought of turning my stove on in my "it's the Northwest so we don't have air conditioning in apartments" situation may have played into the lack of cooking.
|At the top of South Sister. I kept all my toenails....pretty proud.|
|This was before I started hallucinating from sheer exhaustion.|
|Cardamom latte. The stuff dreams are made of.|
|Maplewood, you had me at your adorable chalkboard menu.|
Now the leaves are falling, it's blustery and chilly and I'm drinking mugs of coffee and tea (not mixed together, that would be gross). And you know what? I'm feeling like my blogging sabbatical may be coming to a close. I miss this little space and all of you! Plus, it's pumpkin time. 'Nuff said.