Author: Kay

A question of hay

I came across this haying operation a week or two ago. Most of the haying I’ve seen around the Sequim area has been later in summer, when the hay is dry. I’ve lately seen a couple of fields like this harvested green. Can anyone enlighten? Is it alfalfa, something else, or a different way of harvesting?

Feral daisies

It’s daisy time on the Olympic Peninsula. They look so sweet and innocent. But they’re everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. They grow like, well, weeds. I was delighted when they bloomed the first year we lived here and picked a beautiful bouquet for our table. The next day I realized I’d invited hay fever into the house, confirmed by my sneezing, runny nose, and the haze of yellow pollen under the vase.

I don’t exaggerate when I say we have fields of daisies. Along with bright yellow scotch broom they do a fine job of creating hay fever misery.

Wet or dry, it’s spring

The wild nootka roses (rosa nutkana) are blooming again, despite what feels like continual rain. Hillsides at the Dungeness Recreation Area have bushes polka dotted with pink.

The blossoms only last a few days, but the bushes are profuse with them. And their perfume is wonderful. Below is the view along the trail where these flowers grew along the Dungeness Bluffs. The Olympic Mountains in the distance are cloaked in one of the day’s many rain squalls.

Big Brother barn

The light wasn’t great but I thought this was an interesting barn. Pulled over. Got out of the car and walked up to the fence. Took the shot.

Now, I fear, I may be on wanted signs in the local post office. People can be prickly about their land around here. Notice the camera at the top center of the innocent looking barn.