The First Strawberry of Summer

Last night, Friday, May 25, my friend Laurie and I ate the first two ripe strawberries of summer from my garden.

I wanted to document this, because I believe this is the earliest ever that I have had ripe berries. There are quite a few more with just a blush of red across their cheeks, so berries are coming soon.

Then Laurie and I headed out to the women's bathhouse in Lynnwood for a soak and dinner of Korean tofu soup. The bathhouse is a great place--relaxing beyond belief. I wrote a piece about it a few years ago that I will find and post.

I also want to post a progress report on Percival, my little foster kitten, who is now about six weeks old and has started to play--right on schedule. He's chasing a little ball around the bathroom and attacking my toes with needle-sharp kitten claws. I wish I had the capability to post video on my blog so that readers could watch him hop across the floor.

Other than gardening and trying to get the house cleaned up, my holiday weekend will be mostly quiet. Both sons are coming over tomorrow, and we'll probably go out to dinner. Massage today, and a short visit to Folklife to hear my friend Jill sing. I like Folklife, a huge Memorial Day weekend festival here in Seattle, but I'm not in the mood for crowds these days.

I'm still coming down from the stress of meeting my new Seattle doctor last Wednesday--my third oncologist since Dr. Livingston left town. What can I say? He's hard to replace, and I have high standards for my doctor(s). This new doctor, Dr. Lee, did his fellowship under Dr. L, and I think they will work well together, my local oncologist and my long-distance oncologist.

@ Jeanne Sather 2007.