One evening last week, we packed up our plates, forks, cups and our dinner and headed to a "secret" little beach down the road to celebrate the success of our crowdfunding with our partners in
It was a chilly evening, but they often are in the PNW, so we wore our sweaters and down coats and wrapped ourselves in blankets. As the dusk fell we drank dandelion wine, picturing the "sunshine in a bottle" the label promised, ate fresh garden treats and Island meats and talked about native forests, old myths and new ideas.
We felt spring keenly though even through the cold; the little creek running by our side, the spiky taste of new chives and rucola.
A friend came in from the water, slinking around like they do, staring at our feast, but opting for their customary dinner of urchins and clams and little crabs instead.
The first picnic on the beach of the season, a full week before May Day, puffy coats sweaters and all...