It's almost like being in Castroville for the first harvest. They were so big and fresh and tender.
How often do you get to scrape your teeth across a thistle that was plucked off the stalk less than an hour ago? And who was the first fella who thought it would be a good idea to eat this?
Be sure to admire my blue jean valance in the background.
Laying pipe - if you know what I mean. (And I think you do.)
Al truly is amazed by the various cultural options available to us in Sequim.
This is how he enjoys Tuesday night music in the park.
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