[Lavender Learning]


May was a busy month between getting back from vacation, band shows, birthdays, and work, so I was happy to get some quality time with my man Memorial Day weekend. He planned us this little road trip up to Sequim, WA to visit with his aunt and uncle, and see their lavender farm. Lavender is a huge deal in Sequim, they’re kind of known for it, but I’ll get to that a little later on.

We got up pretty early, and headed to the ferry. Miraculously, we were the last car on, and didn’t have to wait at all. The ride was fast apparently, I’d never been on this ferry before, I don’t think, and shortly after we exited the ferry terminal, we passed a gas station with weird, creepy trolls. A ways down the road, Peter had this mischevious grin on his face and said there was something he’d been wanting to take a picture in front of for awhile now. As soon as we got to it, I didn’t need him to tell me what it was.


Still a kid a heart…when it’s appropriate, of course. Which leads me to the next part of our journey, the Olympic Game Farm, where you feed the animals. This is basically a petting zoo on crack, except you can’t really pet the animals, unless you dare. We bought wheat bread, which is the food of choice, although some of the animals didn’t seem that fond of it, and started the driving tour. It was slow going at first until we got to the elk and buffalo areas. Those guys love wheat bread.




Aren’t they cute little nuggets? Well, maybe not little, and they did slobber all over Peter’s truck, so maybe they’re just nuggets.


From the game farm we headed not too far to Peter’s aunt and uncle’s house and farm. Some of the lavender had just begun blooming so the field had a hazy purple coloring to it. With the addition of the rain, it was actually kind of magical. We visited for a little while, and then headed out into the field to see some lavender up close and personal.


We left and grabbed a late lunch on our way out of town. When we got back to Seattle we took a nap with Doug, and simply enjoyed the rest of the day.


– S


[072] A Blue and White Plaid Easter


First of all, remember last week when I tried to make pound cake and failed epically? Well yesterday I was successful! Take that, baking.

In my family Easter isn’t really an important holiday. We aren’t usually all together like we are at Christmas, but this year it’s a little different. My Babcia (bob-cha) and Dziadzia (ja-ja), or grandparents, are moving out of the house they’ve been living in for over 40 years. This move required some pitching in from all their children, my mother, her 3 brothers, and their families, and it’s happening this coming week. Everyone is flocking to Buffalo, NY, except for me.

With my new job, and the amount a plane ticket costs, I couldn’t make the trip. All my cousins, second cousins, aunts and uncles, mother, father, sister, and dog are going to be there. At first it made me pretty sad that I’d be missing out, especially since this week I was bombarded with “missing my family” emotions. But then I remembered that I would be seeing most of them in June when I head home to Syracuse for my sister’s high school graduation. Plus the weather in Seattle is SO much nicer than it will be in Buffalo. Plus I have my aunt and little cousin to spend the day with. I even got my very own Easter basket! I think it’s time for me to start letting go of the notion that all the holidays are going to be the same with me living on the West Coast. They aren’t, but that’s totally ok. It just means that I need to mentally adjust, and enjoy everything and everyone that I have over here. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to let go of spending Christmas with my family, but I can totally afford at least one, long trip home each year.