I get quite crabby long about November when it gets dark in the Pacific Northwest at about 4:30pm and it’s chilly and rainy, so I pay particular attention to savoring the long, lazy, hot days of August. It’s still light enough at 9pm to be out on the deck. The very best of local produce is in the markets: sweet juicy peaches, gorgeous heirloom tomatoes, sweet corn. For the latter, I have to give the nod to Amy’s Aunt Joyce and Uncle Ray — there is nothing like Iowa sweet corn. But Seattle’s might be second in the rankings, followed by my birth state of New Jersey. Jersey is known for its pollution and traffic and refinery smells… but wonder of wonders, it really is the Garden State and they grow great corn and tomatoes and blueberries there.
The summer sky in Seattle is blue. Really, really, really blue. I love it. And as you can see, cruise season is still going strong — this ship in port on a Tuesday, which means it’s likely a 10 day cruise.