It is unlikely, in any given year, for us to receive appreciable amounts of snow.
At an elevation of about 800 feet in the lower Willamette Valley of Oregon, we can count on a lot of liquid sunshine (others refer to it as rain, but we need all the sunshine we can get so liquid will have to do).
The simple word, Lines, has so many different meanings and ways of being interpreted.
Springtime brings a proliferation of colors, shapes, and the promise of beauty and fragrance yet to come.
From the rhododendron laden with heavy buds ready to burst open, to thousands of delicate light blue to dark purple flowers on the pleasingly pungent rosemary bushes beckoning bumblebees and hummingbirds to partake of the feast, and the multitude of dogwood bracts getting ready to impress us with their hues and aromas, the garden is alive and well this year.
Our second poppy bud of the spring quietly emerges, awakening itself slowly in the gradually warming soil, readying itself to unfurl toward the brightening skies. Continue reading “A Poppy Rises Anew”
It’s a blustery day, Pooh!
The morning started with sunny blue skies in the east, menacing dark clouds to the west, winds howling through the trees and strewing broken branches around the neighborhood, with heavy rainfall creating lakes in the streets and waterfalls from the eaves.
All in all, a typical April day here in the Pacific Northwest — though maybe not the type of weather the outdoor Saturday Market was hoping for as they celebrate the opening day of their new season. Continue reading “Rainbows”
Black-tailed deer wander frequently throughout our neighborhood. One of their trails passes next to our house, and I never tire seeing them. Soon the fawns will arrive.
Continue reading “Neighborhood Critters”
