Yesterday the weather here in Seattle was perfect–a day stolen from early May. We went to the park (again). Kelley has a vile throat virus thing, but we thought a bit of sun might help bake it out of her system. For once, we remembered to take the camera. But when I stood on the front porch, everything looked and smelt so delicious I just plopped down on the step and admired our neighbourhood. Then I remembered the camera:
Because Kelley was all death-on-a-cracker, we didn’t do much walking when we got to the park. Instead we sat like two frowzy old cats on our favourite bench and gazed at out over the water:
There were a bunch o’ coots (or something like that) bobbing mindlessly over the wavelets, but frankly I couldn’t be bothered to stand up and take their picture. I just held hands with K and zoned out. Careless of our view, this bird decided to rudely interrupt our peace and perform her courtship ritual for us: warbling song, some odd leaping in the air and landing in the same place. No idea what kind of bird:
Then the chipmunk that lives in the brush by the bench zipped along the fence. She was moving so fast that her legs were a cartoon blur. But if you zoom in and squint you can at least imagine she’s there.
On the way home I did what I’ve been meaning to do ever since we first moved here: I took a photo as we drove down our street to our house. Every time we drive down our street my heart beats high and an irrational part of me thinks, Oh, maybe this time when we get to the end we really will have a view! But inevitably the road dips and the mountains and the water slip into another dimension. I console myself that if this house had a view, we couldn’t afford to live here…
Sadly, this morning was recycling day, so everyone’s crap is cluttering up the road. But ignore that. See that tiny sign at the end? It says ‘No dumping of any kind’ and it marks the commons at the end of the cul-de-sac, a bit of grass running into the ravine. In summer we gather with neighbours for croquet and G&T–or we did once. Now we just do the drinking :) Our house is immediately to the right, hidden and snug.
Imagine me sipping tea on the deck and eating homemade rosemary butter cookies; looking at the blossoming dogwood and the broad-leaf maples (no leaves as yet, though they’re beginning to flower) in the ravine; listening to two Stellar’s jays shouting at each other over something; knowing that pretty soon I’ll go eat some focaccia made with homegrown herbs. (All wheaty goodness prepared by kind neighbours because K is sick and, hey, I don’t bake. I do other intriguing, awesome things but I don’t bake…)
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What a beautiful day. Glad to hear that you both soaked up a little Vitamin D. Thanks for the photos. I’m particularly fond of #2 Puget Sound. :) Those Olympic mountains are spectacular. And thanks for the red arrow for the chipmunk. Always nice to see the wildlife.>>Once again I am impressed by your neighbors – rosemary butter cookies?! It’s good to think of you two in the beautiful home you have made surrounded by nature and great people.
It’s an awesome thing to love your home. I have two and I’m hard pressed to say which I love more–and one has great views of mountains all around. But when the sun is shining and the fountain is warbling in the back yard and my kids are laughing in the distance, I love the other just as much or more.
Clicked on over from The Swivet–avoiding work I really need to get done. Your descriptions and pics make me miss the PNW in spring, especially since we’re still mostly covered in snow here *sigh* But thanks for the temporary reprieve.
<>jennifer<>, we’re pretty lucky, yep. Once K’s is no longer the Viral Swarm we’ll have the baking neighbours over for wine…>><>ssas<>, tell me more of the fountain. I’ve always wanted one.>><>cathy<>, we’ve even had a wee bit of sun today, too. One bad thing: dandelions are popping up all over the lawn like spring-loaded gremlins. Bastards!
That sounds idyllic… :) I read a book about Puget Sound – it is called The Highest Tide and it’s by Jim Lynch. It’s beautiful… all about the sea animals and a young boy who studies them. It’s a very lovely story.>>I’m envious that you have maple trees. In my front yard I have a big frangipani and a lily has just popped up in the lawn with many large pink flowers. :)
I don’t think it’s luck.
Another lifetime ago, when I was married and had a toddler at my hip, we lived along a lazy creek that would surge every spring with the winter’s melt. Ducks, all mallards, would bob past the house at great speed, get to the bridge, and then fly back upstream to do the same thing again and again. I assumed that they were playing.>Anyway, this post and the coots comment made me think of that which I have not thought of for a very long time.
The area looks lovely Nicola, and great to have such wonderful scenery nearby – beats Pearson Park any day!! Still we have gorgeous Yorkshire views here and when it stops raining we’ll go look at some of them again.>>Hope Kelley’s feeling better
<>jennifer from p<>, I’m glad you got to revisit happy memories.>><>carol ann<>, Pearson Park has it’s own delights–I love that twisty old tree (a hornbeam?) over the pond, and ducklings–though I don’t suppose you’ll be seeing those for a few weeks.>>Kelley is feeling much better, thank you. Now more irritable than pathetic :)
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