We’ve had a terrible spring in Seattle. Torrential rain, clouds almost every single day, snow storms in March, and historically cold temperatures. I’ve been extremely grumpy about the whole situation. My peas rotted twice, my spinach never took off and the slugs have been very, very active.

I’ve been wishing loudly for the past few months for just a couple days of nice weather to no avail. But someone must have been listening to all my whining (other than Jon) because Mother Nature finally delivered one gorgeous weekend. It was sunny and warm for three straight days. On Saturday night I found myself wearing a sleeveless dress and sipping beers on the patio of my favorite bar until 10:00 pm. And I didn’t even have to put on a sweater.

I also went to two barbecues, whiled away a few hours at a nursery, ripped out more of our stupid lawn, bought baby turnips and rhubarb at the farmer’s market, and managed to get only slightly sunburned. It was the best.

My veggies over at our P-Patch seemed to like the nice weather too…take a look!

The World’s Cutest Radish

Pretty, Pretty Pac Choi

Strawberries Are In My Future