American robins, turdus migratorius, are common here. They have a gorgeous song and this fellow was intent on being a robin Pavarotti. Or perhaps he just enjoyed having an appreciative audience.
Author: Kay
Happy Mother’s Day
Remembering grandmothers, mother, and mother-in-law today. Happy mothers day to you of the mothering persuasion!
Wild orchid
This little gem shows up in shady groves in the Dungeness Recreation Area this time of year. It’s tiny – the blossom is no more than an inch high – but packs plenty of punch for its size. This is the most beautiful belly flower I’ve found. I had been calling it a ladyslipper or stream orchid, but it doesn’t match the real thing in my Encyclopedia of Northwest Native Plants.
Can anyone give this an accurate name?
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Nice day for a picnic
Pack up some sandwiches, chips, and something to drink. This spot is out of the wind at the Dungeness Recreation Area and a perfect spot to hang out and enjoy the day. Flies, ants, or bees optional.
Reflections on a dress
I found this wedding dress for sale at a local thrift shop.
Am I reading too much into it to find it sad? I know I’m sentimental. I still have the outfit I wore the day I met my husband.
And my wedding dress? Well, it didn’t reach the bridely heights of this one. It was a simple gauzy cotton off-the-rack summer dress, something that could easily be worn again without screaming “here comes the bride!”
It eventually was stored in a unit my husband built in the garage for out of season clothes. I was horrified to discover that some toothy critter sampled and liked it, consuming enough to ruin it. Yet even then I couldn’t part with it.
This dress could be perfect for a practical, budget-minded bride-to-be. But someone like me would always wonder about its history. And think it kind of sad.
Smile of the week
This man from Sierra Leone was making and selling market baskets at the Arts and Crafts Fair last Saturday. The baskets were gorgeous and finely woven. We talked while I took his picture and his hands didn’t stop working for a moment. His smile was enough to brighten anyone’s day.
I have a leather handled African basket of this sort and love it. Beautiful, durable, and well made.
More rides from the land of vintage
You know you’ve entered an, uhm, interesting stage in your life when cars you remember seeing as a child are called “vintage” or “collectors.” I think we had one of these parked in front of our house when I was very young. But it was never, ever this clean.
I don’t remember what the color of this Chevy was called, but it was oh so popular for what seemed like a long, long time. Or maybe it was just because there were a lot of them on the road.
The Sequim Irrigation Festival will continue this coming weekend with all manner of events. Click here to learn more about the festival and what is planned.