Our snow is almost gone now, but last weekend it snowed for almost two days straight. I still had to walk my four legged friends.
A rather belated entry for Paula’s Thursday’s Special Pick a word. Brought on by autumnal inspiration this week.
I didn’t have a separate photo for Consecrated, but I feel like my yard is blessed during this golden season.
These days I don’t go anywhere exciting to hike, but I walk my dogs every day around the neighborhood. Come along with us on a November walk.
The cold north wind began in the middle of the day yesterday, to chase the clouds away. We awoke to a cold clear morning.
Reminded me of the Lord of the Rings.
In Seattle the north wind usually brings clear weather, in the winter it can be very cold, since the wind is coming from Alaska and Canada. A long time ago I wrote this description of how I loved the cold, very clean north wind when I was a child: Winter wind from the north.
June was a month of flowers and raindrops with the occasional sun break thrown in. Nothing exciting but the ordinary is so lovely that one doesn’t really need extra-ordinary.
On to July…our pie apples are almost ripe.
For Zimmerbitch’s The Changing Seasons, June 2020.
A teeny-tiny, baby frond.
I’ve had a fern obsession this past week. My maidenhair fern is getting new fronds, and it is fascinating to watch them emerge and unfurl. For perspective: the pine cone in the photo below, beside the baby, is about 3 inches long.
To be continued…
My maple tree looks pretty much the same all summer, lush and green, and all winter, bare branches. But spring and fall are times of change, it looks a little bit different everyday.