“I’m heading out to the boat.”

It was Friday afternoon.  School was finished for another week.  Friday’s blog was posted.  Jim came in the door announcing that there was a bit of wind and he was going for a sail… My moment of opportunity. This happens every so often.  I generally bid him farewell and ‘please don’t drown’ and stay home quite content—warm and dry in my little ‘pumpkin shell’…  But today I took a gamble on staying warm, piled on as many layers as I could creatively and comfortably handle and sallied out the door with my favorite person in the whole wide world…

Beneath sunny skies we sailed out of harbor over the glinting seas—relishing a precious opportunity to just be together.  Talking or quiet–(I often read)—it doesn’t much matter, chill breeze brushing our faces but toasty warm inside…together.


The Ragged Islands are our favorite all-time destination.  They are close at hand and always a delight.

We anchored and climbed up the bluffs to survey our peaceful kingdom…



The manzanita bushes are festooned with their delicate pink bells, calling all the bees to wake and feast. The buzzing of spring has come.

We rambled and clambered exploring a while.  We shed layers and napped in the sun’s sleepy warmth on a bluff face… till the sun began slipping into the treetops, casting shadows on our warmth and it was time to bundle up for the bracing voyage home…


The boat tucked safely in its berth, lines secured, we trudged up the hill to where we’d parked—but not without turning around a moment to watch the sun set across the water…

LundA fitting close to a beautiful day.


Hallelujahs by Chris Rice  is a fitting benediction.


All thy works shall praise thee, O LORD; and thy saints shall bless thee. Ps.145:10


It’s here!

Winter went out with one last flurry. 

And then it was spring…

Never mind that there’s not much indication of it,

Until you look more closely…


and then you see…

hydrangea budchicks

The forsythia’s dancing days have come!


Spring is here!


Spring comes Marching…

kitchen window

We’re HOME again from visiting much family, and just in time! Home to wind and weather, even a smattering of snow—wild, wild winds that keep the ferries huddled in their terminals, and make roadside trees come crashing down, and power fail…. Days like these I’m glad for a wood stove…which can not only heat the house but can provide hot tea to go with a cold toast-less breakfast…


The willow still hasn’t any flaxen loveliness to her tresses.  She more resembles an old hag tossing about in the wind, making work for the picker-up-of-branches in our yard, again.

But at least the torrential rain took a break long enough for a short walk through a much-trod trail and back around home…


The dead give-away that spring is surely afoot is the upsurge of crocuses in all their brilliance!


And though I don’t know the name of this antique-looking bloom, it captured my eye and would surely make a splendid watercolor painting someday when I’m holed up in the house watching the rain fall…


Spring is on the march—watch for it!


Then I will give you rain in due season, and the land shall yield her increase…Lev.26:4