This wasn’t in Sequim but it could be anywhere. I grew up being told to pick up after myself. I just don’t get it.
Full moon walk
We took a late walk last week just as the full moon rose. It was one of those perfect, heavenly autumn evenings.
Web jewelry
Foggy days recently left spider webs lit up with glittering drops of dew. Spiders have been busy all summer and suddenly the architecture of their work took center stage. Some, like these above, have been remodeled by wind and passing animals.
Others preserve the almost perfect symmetry of these tiny, hardworking engineers.
A fairyland of glimmering webs like these can make a foggy day absolutely magical.
Apron artistry
A recent trip to Port Townsend included a mandatory stop at Elevated Ice Cream for a scoop of their handmade yumness. These “clothes lines” on the wall were a bonus.
This display is a collection shared by a woman from Forks with wonderful examples of “personality by apron.” Patchwork, vintage fabrics, lace, and ruffles. They all were represented.
It’s wonderful to see the variety, creativity, and even beauty in a simple utility garment like an apron. What a fun exhibit!
Late rose
Our native roses bloom in June. Bushes are covered with fragrant blossoms that flourish and then slowly disappear over the next couple of months. The bushes are now covered with a sea of bright red hips. This single blossom is a rare late salute to summer.
Mushroom season
We’ve had enough rain this fall that conditions are perfect for mushrooms. They seem to be everywhere: fairy circles on damp lawns, popping up in the garden, and everywhere in the forest duff. Here are some of the many different varieties I found on a recent walk.
The local mushroom society had an educational show last Saturday. They’re always well attended. Displays show common mushrooms from this area and poisonous varieties are shown alongside non-poisonous ones. An expert can tell the difference. There were enough examples to convince me I’m a long way from knowing enough to choose.
Fisherman’s memorial
This is a memorial in Gig Harbor to local fishermen who were lost at sea. It’s one of those dangerous professions people don’t always think about as they enjoy a salmon dinner.
I’m grateful someone’s willing to do it, someone who loves the sea, is willing to work hard, and not only risk their life but their fortunes to harvest food. And I’m really, really grateful my husband got that out of his system before I met him.