It seems like every year I go to Mount Rainier has its own personality. This year the Magenta Indian Paintbrush seemed more vibrant and freshly in bloom than in other years. There is an oranger (apparently that is not a real word) Indian Paintbrush that I saw at lower elevations, the Magenta one seems to be a high altitude variety. I would love to understand the science behind that!
Regardless it is a beautiful flower, at times it can be overwhelmed by the lupines.
Sometimes it means an exquisite sensation: tasting rich dark chocolate and raspberries; feeling silk velvet against your skin; hearing a beautiful piece of music…The list goes on and on.
I spent last week at Mount Rainier with my husband and some dear friends. That is a luxury, even though the physical experience itself was rustic (and strenuous!) at times. As I wrote that sentence I realized that I don’t generally associate my sense of sight with luxury. Mount Rainier provides gorgeous visual sensations:
A while ago I wrote about luxury, Luxury. What is luxury? ,noting that things like a flush toilet and a shower are luxuries (two of my favorites!). Ones that much of the world don’t have. How very relative the word “luxury” can be: if it weren’t for burlap would we appreciate silk velvet? Stale crackers make a peach luxurious, and a week with a squatty-potty latrine and basin of water to wash with turn a simple bathroom the height of luxury.
So, on this rather grey morning, with things unpacked, the laundry done, and the Empress (our cat) home from her visit to the colonies (she stays on Vashon Island with my father while we are away), the luxury is taking things slow. When the sun shines I feel like I have to get going and do things.
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