Views of Sequim, the Olympic Peninsula. . .and beyond
I’ve read that the snowbound First Nations people of Canada have dozens of words for “snow.” Sometimes it feels like we need to expand our moisture vocabulary in the Pacific Northwest. Wet. Damp. Dewy. Moist. Sopping. Maybe I just need to expand my thinking.
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.
We took a late walk last week just as the full moon rose. It was one of those perfect, heavenly autumn evenings.
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.
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!
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.