Sunbathing penguin.

Tortuga, too.

I’m a Blue-footed Booby. See?

Yeah? So am I.

There are still plenty of berries in fine shape to be picked, so it’s hard to stop. Pretty soon, I’ll start picking cranberries, though, so there’s more tundra traipsing on the horizon. Thank goodness.

I still haven’t made blueberry pandowdy, and it will be a couple of weeks before I can, but I will. The 2009 blueberries are about gone–I’m down to mere cups–so the Blueberry Adventure inspired by Stitch Bitch Anna was a smashing success.

Our first cucumber! I’ve been trying for several years, but it took the creation of a “warm bed” (raised bed covered with black plastic and watered carefully with warm-ish water, not freezing cold well water) to finally get something we can call a real cucumber.

Mike’s been watching it, saving it, planning to pick it when his folks arrived. They’re here. Bob found the cucumber and picked it because that’s what you do with ripe produce, but Mike hadn’t filled him in on the back story or explicitly told him to pick it yet, and thus it wasn’t picked with the necessary reverence for a first-ever, cherished, and saved cucumber.

But it was delicious all the same!

If the temp doesn’t drop for a while, we just might get another one or two.

Mike has collected a bunch of windows previously destined for the dump and is talking about a greenhouse for next year. That will require some prep work this year, but it could happen. Never underestimate a cucumber lover motivated by a first-ever homegrown cucumber.