Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Port Townsend Afternoon: High Tea at Pippa's

Here in the Pacific Northwest, an English-style High Tea at the Empress Hotel in Victoria, B.C. is an iconic regional experience. Many here have fond memories of the High Tea with their mothers, grandmothers, aunties, or the whole family. Last summer I took my niece up there for the day, and we relished the splurge.

However, for an equally special indulgence at about half the price and with more refined tea, try the High Tea at Pippa's Real Tea in Port Townsend, Washington, which lies south across the Strait of Juan de Fuca from Victoria.

When I studied abroad in England, I used to splurge on the marvelous tea with jam, clotted cream, and scones. On an earlier visit to Pippa's this year, when she mentioned their authentic clotted cream (she spent 3 months perfecting the recipe) and fresh scones with tea, I knew I had to come back. 

So I invited my niece Willa to join me again. When we arrived for our 3 pm reservations last Saturday afternoon, we were ushered back to a table set with fresh linen and flowers. (Must say, at the Empress High Tea last summer, our table wasn't as tastefully draped with linen like at Pippa's.)

With an impressive selection of black, green, white, and herbal teas to choose from, Willa went for the white peach tea and I chose my fav, jasmine pearls. When I said I was having a hard time deciding on a tea, our friendly server mentioned I could just have another pot of different tea later. (Unlimited tea is part of the High Tea service.)

Light and crisp jasmine pearls tea.
Then an enticing three-tiered tray full of artfully arranged treats arrived and the nibbling began. On top was a variety of little tarts, shortbread, cookies, and fresh berries. In the middle were several petite fresh scones with that dee-lish clotted cream and berry jam, and little tea sandwiches rounded out the feast.

It was indeed a feast for the senses. I enjoyed a couple mini-sandwiches (chicken salad, egg salad, cream cheese and pickles, salmon salad), a small currant scone slathered with clotted cream and jam, and a cookie. Then I exceeded capacity with a tiny chocolate tart and slice of shortbread.

I think perhaps drinking a whole pot of jasmine tea pretty quickly filled me up too. But it was so crisp, floral, and perfectly brewed.

My aunt and Willa's great aunt Sylvia, a Port Townsend local, joined us for tea, and Pippa stopped by our table to say hello.  When my niece mentioned an upcoming environmental studies trip to South Africa, Pippa enthusiastically offered her samples of several South African roibos teas to take home.


While I certainly can't indulge in a high tea more than once a year or so, it was a lovely afternoon in a lovely little town with my niece (who'll be off to college soon) and my aunt. Two thumbs up for Pippa and her beautiful teas.

When You Go
High tea is served at Pippa's on Saturday afternoons at 1 pm and 3 pm for $38/person. Reservations are required. A less expensive alternative is the cream tea offered daily, which includes two scones with clotted cream and jam and unlimited tea  for $15 and doesn't require reservations. Or stop in and enjoy a pot of tea with a variety of baked goods or snacks. Pippa's is open Wednesday through Sunday, 10:00 – 5:00 (ish) at 636 Water Street in Port Townsend.


Thursday, June 8, 2017

Northwest Originals: The Blessing of Sketching

This is the first in a new monthly series featuring Northwest Originals: Unique Pacific Northwesterners who I think add a special spice to life here.

Roy DeLeon stands rooted in place, still except for the quick and graceful strokes he makes on a sketch pad, which sits on a hands-free holder strapped around his waist. Within 30 minutes he's completed a lovely ink and watercolor sketch of the lush scene before us: a small waterfall pouring into a pond, surrounded by an exuberant collection of ferns, trees, grasses, and other plants I can't name.

While Roy works in ink and watercolor, I decide to join in and draw too. My pencil on paper drawing isn't quite, shall we say, as lyrical and practiced as Roy's. But that doesn't matter.

"What's most important is that sketching is seeing and meditation," says Roy. "The point is to facilitate my seeing and listening to the sacred that surrounds us all the time. Being present. That's what I call prayer one on one." 

As a Benedictine oblate (lay monk), Roy says it's his mission to seek peace and pursue it. He hasn't always been that way.

Roy DeLeon

When I first met Roy in the 1990s, he was a creative, innovative graphic designer for a big multinational engineering firm. We worked together for several years before I moved on, but I remember his quiet intensity.
Inside he was a pretty stressed out guy.

In the early 1970s Roy met his future wife Annie in college then immigrated from the Philippines to the U.S, where he and Annie  were married and started a family (two daughters). Seattle drew them north from California in 1985. Over the years he worked hard to provide for his family, and ultimately the work stress fed into a scary mini-stroke 20 years ago.

To regain his health and lessen the risk for future problems, Roy took up yoga and meditation for stress management. He taught yoga for many years and wrote a book about praying with the body that integrated his yoga practice.

"Done regularly, yoga and meditation transforms you," Roy tells me. It definitely transformed him and led him to the Order of St. Benedict. Today he radiates peace and serenity. It's calming to be in his presence.

Roy sketching at Bellevue Botanical Garden
While Roy doesn't consider himself particularly religious, he follows the essence of Christ's teaching: Love.

"I'm on the Catholic bus, but we're all going to the same place. My view of God is cosmic." He reads the Dalai Lama, for example, who said: Don't change your religion, just dig deeper into yours.

Which brings us to Roy's sketching.

Now that he's retired, Roy sketches two hours every day. A year ago he joined a local group of Urban Sketchers, founded by Seattle Times sketcher Gabriel Campanario, and meets up with them occasionally too.

I've been charmed by his daily sketch posts on FaceBook of everyday life with a short blessing. He mixes prayer with humor, poetry, and wise anecdotes. Take this one from the day we sketched together last weekend:

Let there be peace
in London.

Let there be peace
on Earth.

Let there be peace
in the universe.

Let there be peace
in everyone's heart and soul.

(Japanese Tea House, Bellevue Botanical Garden)

"How do I make art Benedictine? By seeking peace and the divine in the everyday and applying it to my daily life," Roy explains. "That's why I sketch and post on FaceBook with a short blessing. I'm being a little sneaky with my art. I'm spreading the good news."

On daily trips to Starbucks with his wife, he used to sketch people there and post with a little story or blessing. Many suggested he approach Starbucks about a book by the "Starbucks Sketcher." But he didn't like the idea of adding money into the mix.

"That would have changed the taste. I want to keep a purity of intention."
At the Bellevue Botanical Garden, by Roy Deleon
I have to interject here that while Roy is all about seeking the divine, compassion, and humanity, he's also a playful and humorous guy.

"A weakness of mine is buying and accumulating art supplies." He loves opening sets of fresh paints and new brushes. "It's my dark side," he jokes. When I pull out my sketch pad, he immediately knows it's an old brand no longer sold.

More Bellevue Botanical Garden by Roy
"For me," Roy says, "sketching is visio divina - seeing the divine. Have a contemplative stance. Be open and ready for the surprise of the divine. What comes of that is being open to what is plunked in front of us, moment by moment."

We've been talking over tea for almost an hour, and after Roy says this, he pauses and then says softly, almost to himself:

"It's such a quiet way of living. Go past the noise and see the blessing."

And from the man himself:

 Roy is currently sketching/recording scenes from the quirky Country Village shops in Bothell, Washington, where he lives. This charming and popular local destination could be sold to a townhouse developer and torn down in the next year.

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Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Hiking the Northwest's Greatest Hits: Boulder River Trail

On a breakout sunny spring day, here's my idea of nirvana: Walking beside a pristine mountain river swollen with spring snowmelt in a lush green forest. Throw in a magnificent waterfall streaming in rivulets down a steep cliff along the way. Cue a dramatic interplay of sun and shadow in equal measure filtering through the trees and down the canyon.

The Boulder River trail on a fresh spring day offers all this and more. 

Like the profusion of flowers, ferns, moss, and native shrubs lining the mostly level trail above the river. Delicate native maidenhair fern glow vivid lime green against a mossy rock face seeping water.

We arrived at the trailhead shortly after 9 a.m. on a brilliant Saturday morning to join the Alpine Trails  Book Club, an inspired creation of Alpine Lily blogger Ashley. Fellow blogger Laura of Tiny Pines is the current organizer, and she picked an interesting read and a lovely hike.

I was surprised we found a parking space just one car away from the trailhead this "late," especially since this hike was recently featured in Sunset Magazine. But there we were, and off we went upriver.

Basically the trail meanders on an old logging road through a verdant temperate rainforest about 10 to 100 feet above the river, which courses through a narrow canyon. Lovely western red cedar and other native evergreens intersperse with alders, bigleaf maples, and more native shrubs.

 At a few points along the way, steep side trails offer opportunities to scramble down to the river's edge. With a tweaky knee, I didn't go all the way down, although the others did.

But the real star of the show was the spectacular Feature Show waterfall about a mile up the trail across the river. Plunging well over 250 feet down to the river below, it widens into multiple streams farther down.

It was hard to get a decent shot of the whole thing with the bright sunlight. But I tried.

I hope you get an idea of how stunning this waterfall is, especially right now when the spring runoff is kicking into high gear.

After a couple hours hiking upriver, we stopped where the trail begins to meander away from the river's edge to snack and discuss the book. Laura and Andy said the trail is not as scenic beyond this point, about 3 miles or so from the trailhead.

Heading back downriver, we passed (and were passed by) increasing numbers of hikers. This is expected on a such a beautiful spring day not much more than an hour from Seattle. A few obstacles along the way were easily crossed, reminders that trees grow and die, fall over, and regenerate the forest floor.

Not far from the trailhead on the return, we passed a classic example of a nurse tree, with a gorgeous cedar growing out of the remnant old growth stump. I can only imagine the magnificence of this forest before the loggers came through decades ago and took most of the big trees.

By early afternoon we're headed back home, passing parked cars stretched about a quarter mile down from the trailhead. 

As usual, I felt energized and refreshed from the hours walking through such beautiful place away from the city. To paraphrase my friend Jenifer, "I wish I could breath in this clean forest air every day." Because really, the air out there truly smells, tastes, and feels so clean and nourishing.

Like I said, nirvana.

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When You Go
It took us about an hour and 15 minutes to drive to the trailhead from north Seattle. Bonus: No parking pass (Discovery or Northwest Forest) is required! From I-5 northbound, take the Arlington/Darrington exit 208, going right toward Arlington, then stay on Highway 530 through Arlington. At 23.6 miles from I-5, turn right onto French Creek Road, just after milepost 41. Follow the bumpy gravel road about 3 miles to the trailhead, which has parking for about 15 cars. While there is a vault toilet a mile in from the turnoff on French Creek Road, there are no facilities at the trailhead.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Pausing, Reflecting, and Gardening

Welcome to Pacific Northwest Seasons! Perhaps you're wondering why I've not blogged much this year?

My absence has been due to a combination of things: My freelance work has dramatically picked up and spilled into evenings and weekends. A troublesome knee has kept me from getting outdoors and hiking/biking/skiing as much as I'd like. 

And I've been reassessing what exactly my purpose is for this blog anymore. As a former popular local food blogger told me a few years ago, "I think the blogging moment is over."

When I started blogging in 2008, I was happy to share my secret places and encourage people to get outside and enjoy this special corner of the world.

2013, on an overly popular peak

Now many of our trails and beautiful outdoors destinations near Seattle and Portland are suffering from overuse. I've written about this before and my struggles with the explosive growth and changes in our region. I've become that crabby lady who reflexively scolds newbies for cutting off-trail between switchbacks. Ugh. I make myself inwardly cringe.

So I'm less inclined to write about it all right now. Instead I've been playing in the garden, just outside my front door.

The beginning, 2012

Some raspberry plants gifted from my stepmother inspired me to start the garden, which I wrote about a few years ago. (Although my eldest sister will claim credit too.) Since then, the raspberries are assertively trying to take over the whole front yard, and I dig up and give away many raspberry starts each spring.

Want any? I have about six thriving little starts waiting for new homes now. (No kidding. Message me in the comments below if you're in Seattle and interested.)

Interestingly, the garden has evolved into a major stress reliever. When I'm out there watering, weeding, or harvesting, it all feels so healthy and natural. Sometimes I get buzzed by iridescent-feathered hummingbirds. This thrills me.

It makes me happy to see things growing under my care, and of course, I enjoy eating and sharing the bounty. I've been having delicate spring greens salads for a few weeks now. Hmmm.

Don't consider me retired from getting outdoors, exploring the region, and sharing the experiences with you. In fact, I hope to go hiking to see the wild rhodies in Deception Pass State Park this weekend with fellow blogger and nature geek Dave of Wild Fidalgo.

I also have lots of ideas about environmental issues to write about, unique Northwesterners to feature, and more. And a blog redesign/update is overdue.

So tell me, what are your thoughts on gardening, getting outdoors, the Pacific Northwest, and/or this blog? Your feedback in the comments below gives me inspiration to continue.

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Monday, April 10, 2017

University of Washington Cherry Blossoms: The Quad in Bloom

I've always been very sensitive to my surroundings, so it wasn't out of character that I chose to attend the University of Washington. A beautiful campus is not a good reason to pick a college, but there you have it. It played into my decision.

For starters, there's that burst of cherry blossoms that rim the Quad each spring in an exquisite cloud of pale pink.

When I was a student there, I looked forward to cherry blossom time each spring. But I didn't think about taking pictures of them (it was the pre-smartphone era)

In the years since, it has become a Seattle thing, with hundreds of non-students crowding the Quad to see and shoot them at their peak. They even have their own Twitter account now (@uwcherryblossoms).

So last Friday I stopped by the campus on a rainy morning right before a windstorm that would blow down most of the remaining blossoms, already past their peak.

We arrived right after 8:30 classes started, so the Quad was pretty empty. Puddles were scattered around the wet brick walkways. With each gust of wind, delicate pink petals floated to the ground beneath the trees like spring snow.

These Yoshino cherry trees came from Japan, and many are quite elderly for such trees. They were originally planted in the 1930s at the nearby Washington Park Arboretum and moved to the Quad in the 1960s

“The cherry blossom represents the fertility and beauty of life,” said recently retired UW Professor Tetsuden Kashima in 2014. “In [Japan], the blossoms are a reminder that life is almost overwhelmingly beautiful, but it is also tragically short. When the cherry blossoms bloom for a short time each year in force, they serve as a visual reminder of how precious and precarious life is.”

I'm sure the thousands of students and sightseers dashing around on campus are hardly thinking such poignant and weighty thoughts. But in a Japanese art history class at UW (coincidentally, on the Quad), I was introduced to this concept, which the Japanese call mono no aware.

And as the years go by, this concept does resonate with me more. So it was especially sweet to visit these old friends, gnarled and aging, perhaps even more beautiful than in their youth.

As my girlfriends and I, long past our university days, walked past the trees, a student noticed me taking shots with a big camera in hand and came over.

"I'm about to graduate and have never taken a picture of these trees. Can you take some shots of me with them?"

I was happy to oblige.  


How about you? Have you been to see the cherry blossoms on the Quad, or somewhere else?  Jump in with a comment below and make my day. :)
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When You Go

While the Quad is lovely any time of year, the blossoms are mosty spent for 2017. It's still worth a trip, though, to see the tail end of the blossoms.  Click here for a live streaming view of the Quad (and indeed there are still some blossoms left on the trees as of today). Here is a link on how to get to the UW Seattle campus, which has a link to over 60 bus routes to campus.

Saturday, March 18, 2017

A Good Pacific Northwest Spring Rain

Outside a persistent, early spring rain is falling as I write this. Big puddles are overflowing and western red cedar boughs are weeping delicate tears.

A vigorous spring rain makes it feel like all is right with the world.

Author Timothy Egan perfectly captured it in the title of his 1990 break-through book: The Good Rain. Which is exactly how I've felt about our will-it-never-end rain this past week.

I usually do a "celebrate the rain" blog post each spring, but this year I'm especially feeling it. We're coming off our 9th coldest winter on record and a record-breaking rainfall in February. Signs of spring are late and especially welcome.

The first bloom on my camellia. Some years they start to flower in January.
Tiny raindrops cling to spring green chives shooting up in my garden.
Unfurling of skunk cabbage, a true sign of spring in a NW coastal forest.
 With the spring rains, unlike a bone-chilling winter rain, bird calls accompany the drizzle. I know by the particular cadence and songs that they're spring bird songs. I can't name all the birds, but I know their seasonal songs.

The little guy on the right refused to smile for the camera. :)
One of my earliest memories is wandering in the rain in my rubber boots, splashing in puddles. I think I gave my mother a scare once by wandering off alone in the rain.

Raindrops in puddles

So really, that's all I wanted to say. I'm grateful for our rains this year in face of drought elsewhere, climate change, and increasing threats to our environment. 

A good rain feels life-affirming. Falling asleep to a steady rain last night and waking up this morning to the same was like a balm to my soul.

And I didn't have to imagine it last night.

And how do you feel about rain?

Welcome to spring!

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BTW, apologies for some font issues on this post! Blogger is being difficult. :(

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Keeping it All in the Family: Georgia's

Georgia Kazakos, founder of Georgia's Greek Restaurant and Deli

With the rapid transformation of Seattle from a mid-sized, affordable city into an expensive big city, I regularly see small businesses in humble little buildings slated for demolition. Within a year, they're replaced by big multi-story residential/retail units. 

These teardowns can drive small shops or restaurants out of business through months of displacement. I know, change is inevitable in the face of our booming economy and thousands of job openings that bring people here from all over the world.  

 But today I'm paying homage to a decades-old small family restaurant that's still in business despite the new pressures.
When I moved to Crown Hill/Greenwood in north Seattle in the late 1990s, it was NOT a hip area. That bothered me a bit because many of my "yuppie" friends could afford homes in more upscale neighborhoods with chic cafes. (I was younger and cared more about things like that back then.)   

The first time I wandered into Greenwood's
Georgia's Greek Restaurant and Deli for breakfast, I wasn't impressed by the industrial blue carpet and decor. But when the food arrived, none of that mattered. The signature Georgia's omelette with spinach and feta, soft warm pita bread instead of toast, and crispy/tender oregano-seasoned potatoes was just perfect.

So for years now I've stopped by for meals in and to go. For parties, I'll buy a big container of their tangy, excellent revithosalata (hummus). When I've got a cold and need some mom-like comfort soup, their creamy-lemony chicken avgolemeno soup with warm pita is what I crave. 
It's not fancy schmancy, but it's solid, savory Greek food that tastes like it was made with love by your favorite aunt, grandmother, mom, or foodie dad. In fact, namesake and mom Georgia Kazakos is often seated at the small counter up front, enjoying the goings on. Today her friendly son Laki owns and runs the biz.

Laki Kazakos
On some weekend evenings, live music and dancing get the place hopping, but I'm partial to those amazing breakfasts.

"They have the best breakfast potatoes in Seattle," says Neal, the son of a friend.

Opa! Laki finishes an order of saganaki with a dramatic flourish.

Somehow I missed several years ago that Guy Fieri stopped by and featured Laki/Georgia's on the Food Network's Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives. Well deserved! (But they didn't talk about the breakfasts.)

Laki admits that a closed and fenced-in property next door hasn't helped business the last few years. But I'm happy he's still there, with mom Georgia stopping by and his daughter serving tables.

So if you're in north Seattle, swing over to Georgia's in Greenwood for a meal that tastes like home. Or grab some of their deli specialties like their organic quince jam or honey sweet baklava.

Apologies for being away so long. Look for more Pacific Northwest adventures, insider tips, and reflections in the weeks ahead.

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When You Go
Georgia's is on NW 85th Street about a half mile west of the main Greenwood Avenue business district. They're open every day but Tuesdays and serve breakfast until 3 pm.  Check out their hours here. For take-out orders, call 206-783-1228. Health bonus:  Those tasty omelettes and potatoes are cooked in olive oil, not butter.