Views of Sequim, the Olympic Peninsula. . .and beyond
Would you believe these are beets?
I bought two six packs of beet “starts” this year. The labeling was non-specific enough that it was a real surprise when we peeled and chopped the first of the season. They looked decidedly like peppermint candy. The similarity stopped there, however. Beets they are!
Wet weather brings inland flocks of gulls that move from yard to yard eating earthworms that are driven to the surface by water. The gulls squabble over landing rights, territory, and whatever else gulls find to fuss about.
That is standing water you see in the foreground. Yesterday we saw small birds happily bathing and splashing about in our grass. It’s been worse.
We had enough rain last Sunday to cause minor flooding in our yard. There is a small seasonal pond that catches runoff from our roofs and it overflowed. That caught the attention of Canada geese and mallard ducks that have visited all week. I know the geese can be an annoyance but if they don’t overstay their welcome they can be very pretty.
This little guy – no bigger than a matchbox – is living on our small covered porch.
His living quarters don’t get a lot of sun so he takes cover under a piece of outdoor carpet meant to clean the dog’s paws.
Isn’t he cute?
I’ve always been impressed at how beautifully dahlias grow in Washington. This one had a souvenir of a recent rain shower.
Lettuce grows beautifully here. Convinced that the wind and cool weather wouldn’t treat it right I put it all in pots in the greenhouse the first year I had a garden. It did fine. The next year I put half of the starts in the green house and half went outside. The greenhouse stuff did fine. The outside stuff yelled, “Bring it on!” and grew like gangbusters. This year I’ve grown enough to feed an army. Salad, anyone?
I thought the deer was headed for my soon-to-bloom dahlias so I threw back the door, stood in the doorway, clapped my hands, and shouted, “SHOO!” The deer gave me a calm, wide-eyed look. Then she hopped up and started drinking. When she was done she gave me another look as if to say, “Hey, could you get out here and keep this thing a little more full?” Really!