There’s a lot to be thankful for when you live in such a beautiful place as Whidbey Island. And there’s even more reason to be thankful when you live in such a unique community like Coupeville.
His teeth had no cavities, but they were heavily worn. He was about my height — some 5 feet 7 inches tall. He wasn’t petite, likely weighing around 160 pounds. Well before his death, he broke six of his ribs. Five of them never healed, but he kept going nevertheless.
I just spent 17 days crossing something amazing off my bucket list. In September, I cruised the Danube, Main and Rhine Rivers on a luxury boat with 160 other bedazzled tourists through six countries, past countless castles, innumerable cathedrals and more cobblestones than there are stars in heaven.
Just because your hostas are starting to look about as attractive as cattle silage, don’t despair. Their roots will do just fine in our northern winters, and they’ll come back bigger and better than ever in the spring.
If you favor certain plants because of their fragrance, you’re not alone. There are billions and billions of little pollinators in the world who agree with you.
The results of the Nov. 4 general election will have real implications on Central Whidbey. Candidates for a series of local and state races, as well as one U.S. Congressional seat, met with the editors of Whidbey Island’s community newspapers to share their platforms and answer some tough questions.
Here’s a little story about a great partnership in our little community. Almost 13 years ago, a small group of people decided to put together a food bank that would serve Central Whidbey Island.
This week you’ll notice our front page shares a story of survival of one of Coupeville’s recognizable faces.
An eight-year, multimillion-dollar tidal energy project near Whidbey Island was cancelled this week.
Some garden jobs can wait, but other tasks done now can mean less stress in the spring.
The Whidbey Examiner was recently recognized for general excellence among Washington state community newspapers.
Plants are not as dumb as they look. At least to me, plants have never seemed like the brightest bulb in the box.
Each year the community gathers for a day of fun and fundraising for the Gifts from the Heart food bank.
By Carmen McFadyen I was fortunate to be raised in a small town in southwestern Kentucky. It was like Coupeville in that it was a small town isolated from large cities. It did, however, provide a safe place to “hang out” with friends.
It’s hard to say no to something that, on the surface, looks like such a sweet deal. Your friend offers you a car load of “extra” plants and you jump at it. The local gardening group has pots and pots of something that looks intriguing that are going for a song. What’s better than free or almost free, right?
I grew up in the 1950s in Tacoma. My mother was a modern housewife who thanked heaven every day for making her life easier with Betty Crocker cake mixes, Swanson’s TV dinners, Hamburger Helper and store-bought everything.
The Coupeville Community Green will be hopping this Saturday during the regular farmers market.
Coupeville resident Ken Pickard is pretty good at getting folks riled up. And he has every right to do so.
Every year it seems a different plant will come into its own and shine a little brighter in the garden.
Dear Whidbey Island, This summer marks the fifth anniversary since you and I moved in together, and I am more in love with you today than ever. You have made me forget every other place I ever lived: Tacoma, Seattle, Vietnam, Japan, Los Angeles, Santa Barbara, Dallas.