Views of Sequim, the Olympic Peninsula. . .and beyond
This is one of our small local graveyards. Some of the headstones feature pioneer families whose names are familiar street names in Sequim. As you can see, it has a lovely view though there isn’t as much snow on the mountains these days.
This little peepster looked like he or she was giving me a pose. I think it may be a fox sparrow but in the absence of a confident identity I’ll call it an LBJ, Little Brown Job.
I’ve been wondering lately what people are doing that brings them joy. You know, simple things that make you happy, give you some moments of pleasure.
A friend tells me she recently unearthed some of her daughter’s children’s books and plowed through her favorite series. DH messes around with his boats. My crafting buddies are making beautiful greeting cards to stay in touch with family and friends. I love watering my garden and watching it grow.
After DH brought home some fresh raspberries I made Dutch babies, a simple dish made with eggs, flour, and milk that cooks up a little like a souffle and forms a thick custardy pancake in the middle. That’s plain yogurt under the raspberries so it isn’t overly decadent. I’ve served it with other fresh fruit and even just maple syrup. It’s a simple pleasure that I make infrequently enough that it’s special.
The fawns born this year are old enough now to venture out with their mothers in search of new and interesting nibbles. This one still has some of its “Bambi” spots.
While many plants may be labeled “deer resistant” the young ones don’t read. They’ll try just about anything.
Our yard is mostly unfenced so a lot of deer wander through. Most are does and fawns. It’s not common to see bucks. This youngster has the beginnings of horns; I’m guessing he’s not much older than a year or so.
Sharing with Saturday’s Critters.
I took this photo two months ago on a trip to Seattle. I took it out the window of the car as we undertook one of DH’s driving adventures. It started with “If we drive down two blocks here and turn the road will lead us right onto Aurora Avenue and then it will be a straight shot up to Edmonds.”
This was in one of the neighborhoods we explored while we searched for Aurora. It became sort of a magical mystery tour. When we asked for directions from a cop who was directing traffic around a street construction projects he responded, “I don’t know. I’m not from around here.”
Yeah. There were some tense moments. But we were speaking again by the time we eventually turned onto Aurora Avenue.
We were headed down the trail for a walk when we heard buzzing behind us. Another ultralight flier, though a different wing than the last one we saw a couple of weeks ago.
He got way up there. It was another nice day for a flight and the views, no doubt, were wonderful.
It certainly is nice to live in a place where lavender is a prominent part of our economy.