Later that same day

 The basil plants have been very productive, the plums are also ripening, and last week's market purchases of tomatoes and cilantro weren't getting any younger. And while the forecast for tomorrow has been revised from hella-hot and smoky, to just smoky, I didn't know that a few hours ago when I decided I should actually deal with some of the abundance before it got too hot to go near the kitchen. I'm quite chuffed about the results:

Clockwise from top: tomato basil pasta sauce, fresh basil to be dried, two jars of basil-cilantro pesto, NYT plum torte.

Traveling without leaving Seattle

The first of the "I have to take a picture" stops; he looks so happy up there!

Scott's so modest; you'd never know he had a street named after him.

Today Scott and I biked to the exotic Georgetown neighborhood in Seattle, a destination less than six miles from our house but a part of town we'd not really explored before. (I went there for a work lunch during the height of the pandemic and have been wanting to return since, but there's always someplace else calling more strongly.) It was just a coincidence that the day we chose for Georgetown was also the day that the Hopped Up Vintage Chopper show was happening, on the very street our route took us. That the show backed up to the restaurant we ended up eating at and that our meal was timed to coincide with the first band taking the stage was also happenstance. Scott noted that the guitarist's A string was a little flat but opted not to go tune it for them. I sort of wish we'd checked out the booths at the show, but alas--.

I don't think we stopped by here. Next time.

 Instead we walked the strip of intriguing shops and restaurants along Airport Way. We visited Fantagraphics for the first time ever--it's always a shop we skip on Seattle Independent Bookstore Day because it seems so out of the way--and we explored the trailer park mall where I, at least, found many treasures I could not resist. Sadly, neither of us took photos of the charming Adler-and-Sullivan-inspired (according to Scott) old brick factory buildings, but I assure you they were lovely and pretty uncommon for Seattle. 

I think Scott said this was the soundboard of an upright piano. I call it pretty.

Terracotta pot not for sale at the mall, but fetching anyway

These were for sale, but I didn't think they survive the ride home so I just asked permission to photograph them.

Close-up so you can appreciate the gobsmacking nature of the arrangements

I was ever so surprised to spot the Buckaroo neon that used to be signage for a Fremont bar in Georgetown. And--bonus--a bit of reflected old building.

Not so much Georgetown as along the route: I've been meaning to get a snap of this coffee spot for years now and Bessie was eager to pose. A recorded voice kept telling me I was being recorded. Hmmm.