I am in job limbo. I'm taking care of a sweet baby and teaching mommy-baby yoga classes while waiting for some interviews (one TODAY!) for some exciting things that I'm really passionate about. (Not that I'm not passionate about yoga or the baby, but they are very much part time.)
In the mean time, Caleb is working as a mechanic and has Sundays and Thursdays off. Since I pretty much have every day off, except Tuesdays and Wednesdays, Thursday is like our new Saturday, although I still have normal Saturday so that's cool.
Yesterday, we decided to venture to a spot where Caleb had seen paw paw trees in June, laden with unripe paw paws.
As an aside, paw paws are the only fruit native to North America. They are sweet and custardy and sort of taste tropical. They used to be called the "poor man's banana". After purchasing two for $6 last year at a farmers' market, Caleb and I decided that they are actually the rich man's banana and the poor man's banana is... a banana. My how the times have changed. More on the low prices of bananas
here.
In my mind, our paw paw adventure was going to consist of driving along a road, parking, getting out and rooting around the brush for paw paws.
I was wrong. There were no longer almost any signs of paw paws, but we did have one of the coolest 45 minute adventures I've had this side of the Atlantic in a long time. Enjoy the pics.
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| The journey begins |
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| Wildflowers |
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| Huge fallen tree |
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| Rope |
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| Grace |
Why didn't you tell me you have a blog??! And paw paws? Did I ever tell you about the river trip on which a paw paw floated to me in the river? My first encounter.
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