Applesauce

I'm sitting at Applesauce Tea House drinking some turkish coffee with extra cardomom (EXTRA CARDOMOM!). The owner of this place is a great guy. Cassandra and I talked a bunch with him one day and he gave us all the Flagstaff gossip. We asked him why he named the place Applesauce, and he said it was because he's originally from New York City (the big apple) so everyone just started calling him "Applesauce." He serves waffles and waffle sandwiches--that's right, you can get ham and cheese on waffle here. I have yet to try any waffle dishes, but I'm especially intrigued by the vegetarian waffle with onion sauce.

So the last week and a half have been probably the hardest I've ever worked, and I'm not getting paid for it. I work in an amazingly beautiful place, and even out in the middle of Hart Prairie with the horny toads and prairie smoke and the view of the San Francisco peaks, I just couldn't help but thinking "What the hell am I doing pushing this cart full of plants over rocks and bunch grasses. Why am I here, I'm not getting ANY MONEY for this."

Ehh, I feel a little better now, although the work has not ended. So I transplanted around 600 plants last week while my adviser and his wife were around, and Cassandra and I dug up 120 more just yesterday. Tomorrow I will plant them all by myself (Cassandra is camping this weekend--a well deserved break for her.)

I seriously cannot wait to stop digging holes and start measuring some shit.

Here are some pretty things I've seen.


Earthstars!


Jelly fungus!


Primrose ready to bloom. Pretty foliage, eh?


Good lichen and a potentilla(?)

Ok, that's it for now. Expect the entries to come a little more often now that I have a new camera.