O, Salem!

My Salem 'tis of thee,
a city by the sea,
of thee I sing.
Land where the "witches" died,
and ships of the merchant kind.
To each October-time,
many Goths it brings.

This morning I woke up to the smell of sea air drifting in through the windows. Quite inspiring. These days, I am all about things ocean and maritime. I hustle home on the train, grab my bike and head over to Rice Beach, often with DH in tow. (Actually, he bikes faster, so its really me that's in tow. But I digress.) We eat our sandwiches, and watch the Fame sail past. I really don't know how I'm going to cope when summer is over. Please just send the straight jacket to McScratches Industries, Po Box 555, Salem.

My GOD it is a great year for tomatoes. I've been spending so much time over there at the garden, it's hard to keep up with my resolution to blog more.






Not exactly sure who this character is, skulking around Palmer Cove...