My garden and the heat

Leaf detritus

Outside my coffee shop, I saw these ash leaves that have begun to fall in earnest from the trees above. It's mid-August and summer is more than half over. Thinking about my Tuesday post, I figured I could show you what I'm seeing around here, and give you a little update on my garden.

Collards in front, blooming broccoli behind

I'm watering every other day, usually early in the morning before the sun hits the plants, but everything is still very dry and should probably get a drink daily, but I'm falling behind. Plus we have plenty for the two of us. Those broccoli plants started to flower while I wasn't looking, and since the bees are really enjoying them, I decided to just let them go. The collards have been harvested three times already and are ready for another snip.

The kale looks like trees

My kale has been harvested six times already, and when I cut the leaves off, new ones come up above where I cut the last ones. So now they look more like kale trees than kale plants, don't they? They will grow back again and have already started making new leaves. I'll probably let them go awhile longer now, though.

Fellow gardener gathering beans

While I was out there, my friend Hedi came out with a basket to gather green beans and had just started when I took this picture. Beans and tomatoes are coming ready now, and of course the zucchini has been giving the entire lot of us plenty to eat. Fortunately we can give away what we don't want ourselves.

I've been very happy with the harvest this year, but it's getting to be time to starting thinking about what I might do differently next year. This is the fifth season I've had a garden, and now I cannot imagine what I did with my summertime before then. While it's a lot of work, nothing can compare with the tasty organic delights we've been enjoying.

And we have a mini-heat wave coming, starting Thursday. Forecasts show we will probably break some heat records in our area, and unfortunately my Thursday hike will be a hard one in full sun. I'll be doing everything possible to stay cool, such as dipping my handkerchief and hat in the mountain streams, and taking some electrolytes to keep from heat exhaustion. My next post will be about the Lake Ann hike. Wish me luck!
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Potpourri

Nice perch

When I went to the post office this morning to check the mailbox, I kept hearing the plaintiff squawk of this gull. When I finally located him and saw the sky behind, I whipped out my phone and captured this picture. I wonder if he was calling for his mate. Two squawks and then apparently listening, over and over.

Last week when I went walking with the ladies, there were 23 of us. Today, only ten showed up, and we walked hills and trails for more than five miles and then went our separate ways. I sure do enjoy this time at the beginning of the weekend as a way to set the day's exercise on the right track.

I heard a distressing statistic yesterday while watching PBS, which had a short segment on the first-ever Refugee Olympic Team, which now has its own flag and anthem. When they walked out during the opening ceremonies of the Olympics, they displayed little flags with the Olympic symbol of five interlocked rings. A non-profit group called the Refugee Nation commissioned artists to develop a flag and write a national anthem. From that link:

The flag is a banner of bright orange crossed by a single black band—colors that evoke the life jackets so many refugees have worn on their journeys to safety. “If you’ve worn a lifejacket as a refugee, you will feel something when you see this flag,” says Amsterdam-based Syrian refugee Yara Said, who designed the flag.

Refugee Olympic team's flag

 For more information about who is on the team and how it was founded, read the Wikipedia page about them. What I also learned from that piece on PBS, is that there are now an unprecedented 65.3 million people around the world who have been forced from their homes. Among them are nearly 21.3 million refugees, over half of whom are under the age of 18. There are also 10 million stateless people who have been denied a nationality and access to basic rights such as education, healthcare, employment and freedom of movement. These statistics are from the UNHCR, the UN Refugee Agency.

I was simply stunned when I heard these statistics and thought I had heard wrong, but no, this is really happening. One out of every 113 people who are alive in the world today is affected, and more than half of them are from Syria. The UNHCR receives most of its funding from voluntary contributions, as well as the European Union.

The Refugee Olympic Team may not be winning any medals, but they carry the heart and soul of many countries as they compete. I am humbled by their courage.
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Fabulous Scott Paul trail

Blue skies and incredible views

Today nineteen Senior Trailblazers met at the Senior Center to drive the long distance down to Schreiber's Meadow trailhead and begin our hike on the Scott Paul trail. It was forecast to be sunny (it was) and hot (not so much), so when we got ready to carpool, Al suggested that we would stay with our car group and eight (two cars) would hike this loop trail clockwise, and the rest (three cars) would hike it counter-clockwise.

Steve, Ward, Linda, Rich, Peggy, Sylvia, Kirk
front: Chris, Carol, Mel (I took the picture)

Here's the group I was with, and we had a wonderful day in just about every way. Many of my fellow hikers had not done this loop hike before, and I have to say I think it's the only time I've actually seen the views, since it's been overcast or foggy on previous trips. That's Mt. Baker in the background, viewed from an angle I rarely see.

Checking out the view

I had heard that the view from this vantage point is pretty spectacular, and now that I've seen it, I have to agree. That is Mt. Shuksan on the left. Once we returned to the trail and began to hike again, we continued to have some pretty incredible views. As we hiked along, Mt. Baker would come and go from view, but suddenly I saw Carol behind me, with the mountain rising up behind her.

Mt. Baker behind Carol

With her yellow shirt and red visor, and the shadow on Mt. Baker, I thought this was a picture I will cherish for a long time, and you also get to enjoy it. Everything came together to make a wonderful shot.

Our lunch spot

When we finally stopped for lunch. we commented that not only had we not seen many people on the trail, we wondered where our "other half" might be. We thought we should have seen them by this time, but once we finished and started out again, not more than five minutes later we saw them finishing up their lunch! If we had had cellphone connections (which of course we didn't), we might have enjoyed our lunches together.

Railroad Grade from Scott Paul

As we hiked along, we were treated to views, such as this one, of other nearby destinations, such as the one called "Railroad Grade"because of the steep vertical moraine that makes it so distinctive. I've hiked it and what you see from here is the steep drop on this side, but there is one almost as steep on the other side, making it a walk on a knife edge. We could see people on it.

Lupine and mountains

The wildflowers were abundant, but not as much as I've seen in previous trips. It's such a beautiful place, but every season is different, and a difference of one week can make a huge variation in wildflower display. You can see plenty of lupine plants in the foreground, but the blooms are sparse.

Suspension bridge crossing

And then it was time for us to cross the suspension bridge across the raging stream below. I was already across when I took this picture of Sylvia crossing (we went one at a time), because it swayed not only from right to left, but up and down as well. Exciting!

After that, it was just a slog of a couple miles back to the starting point and our cars. My feet hurt but the incredible views, the amazing company, and the completion of our hike of more than seven miles and 2,000 feet of elevation gain and loss was behind us.

Me in front of Mt. Baker, taken by Mel

As I was riding back home in the back seat of Rich's car, I received this wonderful picture on my phone from Carol, which was sent to her iPhone by Mel. I frankly love it, and I can't keep myself from sharing it with you. It epitomizes the day for me, all sunshine, smiles and incredible views. Am I happy? You bet!
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My adventures in yoga

From Yoga for Healthy Aging

I will soon be starting my fourth semester of Iyengar Yoga at Yoga Northwest. Some of you might remember that, about a year ago, I decided that I needed to look into finding a yoga class that could help me with my back issues. Plus I'd become aware that my lifelong flexibility was beginning to leave me.

Just this past Sunday, I learned to do this supported shoulderstand. When I was in the process of looking for an appropriate class for someone who is no longer young, I heard about a Gentle yoga class at this studio. Immediately I signed up for the upcoming semester and was hooked. There are actually two levels of Gentle yoga (see the class descriptions here), and I started taking two classes a week and found that the Gentle II classes were more to my liking. So in the second semester I left behind the easiest class and took two classes of Gentle II. Then in the third semester, I signed up for another Gentle II and (gasp!) a Level I class.

In Level I, my instructor has been teaching us, a little at a time, how to get into a shoulderstand. Frankly, I thought that the days when I could do that pose were far in the past, but no, Iyengar Yoga helps you to use props such as blocks, chairs, and belts to help you get into the pose.

In trying to find a picture of this pose on the internet, I ran into this wonderful website, Yoga for Healthy Aging, and found not only the picture, but a step-by-step guide as to how to get into it. I remember that in class it was a little scary to try to get there, but once there, it was delightful! If I saw this on somebody's blog (such as I'm doing right now), I don't think I would have attempted it. But as of now, I've done it twice at home, each time a little bit less afraid.

For the next week I won't have any yoga classes at the studio, because they are having a five-day intensive and classes are canceled until next Monday. Can you guess what I'll be doing here at home? Yep, my very own yoga class. And I must remember that without someone to correct my technique, I need to go slow. I will, really!
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Some movies and the Saturday walk

Whatcom Creek 7 August 2016

We had a very large group this morning when we ladies met for our walk (21). We kept up our usual brisk pace and went a little more than five miles and then enjoyed coffee together. Or at least a few of us did; others went off on their own pursuits. When we crossed over Whatcom Creek on the walk, I noticed that a few of the leaves are already beginning to turn colors. And the water level is way down, too. We are well into our normal drought period, with the lawns turned brown and summer more than half gone already.

Some people really hate to see summer go, especially up here where we rarely deal with really hot temperatures, but I don't mind a bit. We are fortunate to have such moderate weather, year round, that winter doesn't bother me, and fall is my favorite time of the year.

Tima's gift of a a glass sculpture

One of the Saturday women brought this by while I was out having coffee, a beautiful glass sculpture that she created. Several of my blogging friends also make these, but I have only see them in pictures before now. I'm not sure whether I'll use it as a plant stand, put some pretty pebbles in it, or even put water in it for the birds. I sure do love it, though!

I have seen two movies at our local independent theater in the last few days, both of which I enjoyed very much. The first one, Hunt for the Wilderpeople, as you can see from this Rotten Tomatoes link, has a 99% freshness rating. It's a delightful offbeat New Zealand comedy that kept me laughing and entertained.

Then yesterday I went to see Captain Fantastic, a completely different kind of movie. It's about a man who decides to raise his kids completely off the grid and teach them survivalist techniques. Their mother is in a hospital when the movie begins, and I won't tell you exactly what happens, but Viggo Mortensen is just incredible as Ben, the father. (He played Aragorn in Lord of the Rings.) Warning: there is one moment of full frontal nudity.

This movie was my favorite of the two, because it really made me think about what is happening to our society. A friend told me, who works as a volunteer at the Pickford Theater, that everybody has come out loving the movie, except for a few who walked out after a few minutes, declaring that this is no way to raise children! They missed a really good movie because of their prejudice, I believe.

If you see either of them, I'd love to know what you think.
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Skyline Divide very late

Our first view of Baker

Boy, what a day! We had 22 Senior Trailblazers wanting to make a trip up to Skyline Divide, with a limit of 12 in the wilderness area. What to do? We decided to break up into two groups, a slow group and a fast group. After a long trip on a very bad gravel road with potholes, we finally got to the trailhead, all of us. I was in the slow group, which happened to be all women.

Dewdrops on the lupine leaves

As we climbed, we realized that it had rained here recently, and all the plants were covered with dew. It was lovely, and we knew it wasn't going to be around for long, so I captured this lupine leaf.

Having a quick lunch at the top

By the time we reached the top, after struggling up 1,500 of elevation in two miles, we stopped to have a quick lunch before taking off after the fast group. It's not the end of the uphill/downhill once we reach this spot, but we now had views that went on forever. I asked a young man, another hiker, to take a picture of us, and he used the panorama feature, which I don't use but just love!

What a view! And great company, too.

We followed the Skyline Ridge towards the faster group, but we knew that we would see them when they were ready to return, and we would join them too. It was just lovely walking along the trail, and finally we saw the other group ahead of us. The views were incredible, and we enjoyed the light breeze and full sun for the entire day.

A scary crossing

We had a couple of places that I remember from previous trips, when it was important just to put one foot in front of the other and not look down. This was one of those spots.

Return

And then we ran into the fast group and decided to break up into groups by respective cars, and return to the beginning. The number of cars in the parking  lot and all the people we saw on a Thursday were simply unbelievable. As we piled into our cars and headed back down the long road, we couldn't believe it when we ran into roadworks that kept us immobile for more than an hour.

So, finally, I got home and it's now after 8:00pm and my post is almost done. I am really tired and hope I did a half-way decent job in writing this post. Now it's time for a shower and getting horizontal! I already finished my wine.

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Type 2 diabetes is not inevitable

He's lost a few pounds

My sister's son Peter, my nephew, was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes a few months ago and told in no uncertain terms that he needed to start taking medication immediately. He was in pretty bad health and had gained weight, although he worked out hard. His workouts were mostly in the form of construction jobs, out in the hot sun and during long days of maximum effort.

Instead of starting medication, however, he decided to lose weight and began curtailing his calories, with plenty of motivation to keep going. He simply didn't want to start down that path of taking medication for one thing and then another to counter the side effects of the first. His blood sugar was off the charts, but once he started losing weight, although it was really hard at first, it took very little time before he started to notice a difference. In fact, he said he didn't realize how bad he was feeling until he starting getting better. His last visit to the doctor shows that all his numbers were normal, no diabetes at all.

And then the other day I saw this heart-tugging video, which is about a man, Eric, who had Type 2 diabetes and was expected to die of his illness, until he adopted a rescue dog that simply changed his entire life. I began to realize that there are other options to medication, not easy ones, but still.


I have watched and shared this video several times, and every time I see it I cry a few tears of happiness. Anyone who has ever loved a critter will see themselves in Eric. Enjoy!
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