At Large in Ballard: Summer of firsts
By Peggy Sturdivant
This is the first summer since when I was pregnant in 1990 that I have been in Seattle for the entire months of July, August and (soon) September. Is it a coincidence this was the firstly completely rain-less July on record since the year of my birth in 1960?
I started to realize how many firsts there have been for me this summer, which in light of a recent mid-century birthday bodes well for what I hope will be my next 40-some years. This is the summer that I spent two weeks in the family cottage with my daughter, pumping along behind her on my east coast $5 garage sale bicycle. We had never been there by ourselves before. I had my first tuna melt sandwich. It was tasty.
This is the first summer that I haven’t just watched my neighbor Mary Lou’s transparent apples fall from her tree with enough force to reach the high part of the alley and then gather the momentum to flash in front of oncoming traffic like bright green meteors. This year I gathered them and made a vat of applesauce and my first applesauce cake.