Every year since moving to Washington, I have wanted to return to Alaska in the fall to pick cranberries. Alaskan cranberries are the best! I planned to go this week since the flights are wide open. I called a friend to see if the cranberries are still good and she said they are under the snow. Besides, they ripened early this year and were mostly gone by mid September. I blew it. So I let go of the idea of recreating our Alaskan Thanksgivings with wild cranberry relish. We will give thanks with the abundance we have here, which is substantial. But, next year…
Since retiring from Northwest Airlines and moving to the Pacific Northwest, I have more time to devote to writing. My first novel, "Tales of Two Sisters" was published over a year ago. I have been writing poetry for a long time and am attempting to collate my poetry into a short book, with pictures. A sequel to "Tales of Two Sisters" should be getting closer to completion soon.
Gardening and tending the vineyard take a lot of time in the summer. Even though I love the outdoors, these activities do cut down on my writing. So I appreciate that wintertime allows me time to write. Writing, for me, is what brings things into focus and helps me to make sense of the things that life brings. It is a gift to me and I hope that it will be to you also.
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If I had harvested any low bush, I’d send them to you but, alas, I didn’t pick any this year.
I was talking to some people about going with you and I know for sure they just don’t understand the significance of this – why anyone would even want to go pick Alaskan cranberries! *sigh* … Where to even start… ?? Thanksgiving will be great and bountiful and for that I give thanks… But next year … You and I are going!!