This year’s Whidbey Island Music Festival happens to coincide with the anniversary of the two greatest composers from the Baroque period— Henry Purcell and Georg Frederic Handel.
Mick Dodge wants the world to wake up and walk the talk — barefoot, that is.
“There’s 6 million or more years of ancestral memory in our bodies. My feet led me into what is really healthy,” he said.
“Where’s Stetson?” my husband inquired this week as he hopped out of his truck. “If we don’t watch him, he’s gonna become eagle food!”
I hurried out of the garage with Stetson in my arms as my husband described what he had witnessed to cause his alarm. In what was a perfect “nature in action” moment, he watched as a mature eagle swooped down onto a pair of mallards.
Island heritage in all forms, tastes and sounds popped onto Greenbank Farm over the weekend for the 19th annual Loganberry Festival.
Although the farm’s loganberry patch is a fraction of its former grandeur, such a berry-fest would not be complete without a fruit-filled pie eating contest.
Couples can often be haunted by the pre-wedding questions that arise after they decide to get hitched: Outdoor or indoor wedding? What kind of cake won’t make my in-laws sick? How do I plan a reception on a shoestring budget?
Scores of horses and their riders, along with numerous fans of equestrian competition, descended on Whidbey Island July 10 through July 12 for the 33rd annual Whidbey Island Pony Club’s Horse Trial competition at the club’s arena on Zlystra Road.
Wednesday afternoon I lounged in a sizeable, empty kiddie pool with my young adult children, to soak in some warm, stray rays of sunshine and enjoy simple conversation. No doubt we looked silly. In fact, a neighbor drove up and informed us the pool would work better if filled. But this is Whidbey Island.