Weekend walks
It’s crocus time here, right on schedule. Other bursts of bloom are unnervingly early—branches with pink blossoms, camellias going full throttle. I’ll have to look back at my photos from last year, but I’m pretty sure we didn’t get camellias until March or April. Late January is moss time. Gray skies and green walls. I love it.
That chartreuse just kills me! It’s getting to be the time of year when you don’t want to take a walk with me because I have to stop every six paces for a photo. Scott is very patient.
Funny tidbit yesterday: on Saturday the kids and I had walked down Klickitat Street (still a thrill), and yesterday Scott and I happened to take the same path. A few blocks from home, we noticed a black glove on a low stone wall belonging to a corner house. I stopped to look at the glove, and Scott thought I was taking an arty photo—a lone glove on the mossy wall. But no, what caught my eye was that it looked like my glove. I reached into my pockets—and sure enough, I was missing one. Thanks, kind neighbor, for finding it and leaving it where it caught my eye!
sarah r hutchins says:
Awwww. Love this! Only you. So glad you found your glove. Lost mittens are the worst.
On January 28, 2020 at 5:05 am
Penny says:
Beeeeeeyoutiful! A nice change from the white outside my window. 🙂
On January 28, 2020 at 7:59 am
Selvi says:
I saw a bush with pink blossom up here in Bellingham WA yesterday. I’m worried that flowers will get excited and come out before it’s safe. We had late snow and ice in a few recent winters. Maybe you are safer a little further south.
On January 29, 2020 at 11:45 am
fatima says:
Ah, almost expected the arty photo of the lone glove at the end.
On January 29, 2020 at 2:06 pm