July brought sunshine, thunderstorms, days of celebrations, and time to muse. After a roadtrip to the lower 48s, I have settled back into the quirkiness of Alaska. The current abundance of delicious berries in the wild makes up for the lack of affordable, quality food items in our one and only grocery store in town. I have made dozens of containers with thimbleberry, rasberry, salmonberry, blackberry, and black currant jam, that will last me through the next Alaskan winter. Blueberries are next. I am dreaming of blueberry scones with lemon glaze and Martha Stewart’s unforgettable blueberry tart.

Living the simple life in rural Alaska becomes me. Being outside every day, even when it’s blowing or raining I feel alive. I don’t have TV. The world news are troubling, although they seem distant, almost unreal. I don’t miss that part of the “civilized”  world.

Six more weeks and then the summer season is coming to an end up here. Until then I soak in all this place has to offer. Speaking of soaking. There has been quite some moisture in the air lately, so don’t be too jealous.

At night it is actually getting dark, so not much longer and we start looking for northern lights, eh! Can’t wait. Eagle fest, salmon roe, snow...

Live here is a cycle. It all repeats itself, at its own pace. Live follows nature. I am part of it.

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On the Road

July 2016

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4 thoughts on “July 2016

  1. Ahhhh. The Simple Life.
    What Joy, what happiness there must be in just spending the day in Nature. I’m totally envious, although I do get to experience a little myself……even in the inner city suburb where I live.

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