Sequim Daily Photo

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American robins, turdus migratorius, are common here. They have a gorgeous song and this fellow was intent on being a robin Pavarotti. Or perhaps he just enjoyed having an appreciative audience.

Remembering grandmothers, mother, and mother-in-law today. Happy mothers day to you of the mothering persuasion!

This little gem shows up in shady groves in the Dungeness Recreation Area this time of year. It’s tiny – the blossom is no more than an inch high – but packs plenty of punch for its size. This is the most beautiful belly flower I’ve found. I had been calling it a ladyslipper or stream orchid, but it doesn’t match the real thing in my Encyclopedia of Northwest Native Plants.

Can anyone give this an accurate name?

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Pack up some sandwiches, chips, and something to drink. This spot is out of the wind at the Dungeness Recreation Area and a perfect spot to hang out and enjoy the day. Flies, ants, or bees optional.

I found this wedding dress for sale at a local thrift shop.

Am I reading too much into it to find it sad? I know I’m sentimental. I still have the outfit I wore the day I met my husband.

And my wedding dress? Well, it didn’t reach the bridely heights of this one. It was a simple gauzy cotton off-the-rack summer dress, something that could easily be worn again without screaming “here comes the bride!”

It eventually was stored in a unit my husband built in the garage for out of season clothes. I was horrified to discover that some toothy critter sampled and liked it, consuming enough to ruin it. Yet even then I couldn’t part with it.

This dress could be perfect for a practical, budget-minded bride-to-be. But someone like me would always wonder about its history. And think it kind of sad.

This man from Sierra Leone was making and selling market baskets at the Arts and Crafts Fair last Saturday. The baskets were gorgeous and finely woven. We talked while I took his picture and his hands didn’t stop working for a moment. His smile was enough to brighten anyone’s day.

I have a leather handled African basket of this sort and love it. Beautiful, durable, and well made.