The droplets clung to the berries as I waited for them – no, willed them – to fall.

But they hung on.

Tenaciously.

Effortlessly.

Waiting till no one was watching.
Just like tears.
Waxing poetic for Sunday Stills, Red and Green.
~ Susanne
Despite the miserable weather I hid in the shed this morning for a photoshoot with the hummingbirds.
Is there any bird more beautiful than the Anna’s? Not today at least.








This is one of the first birds I learned to identify.
According to Wikipedia, Anna’s hummingbird (Calypte anna) is a North American species of hummingbird. It was named after Anna Masséna, Duchess of Rivoli.”
Is that a problem?
Not to me it isn’t.
But according to this article in the Audobon, the American Ornithological Society announced earlier this year that, ‘All North American Birds Named After People Will Soon Get New Names.’
I suppose there are some unique cases, that might warrant such a move. (If there was a bird named after Hitler, I would definitely recommend changing it.) But just because it’s named after a person? No more Steller’s Jays? Clark’s Nutcrackers? Or Anna’s Hummingbirds?
A bit of overkill, it seems to me. Perhaps the time and resources could be better spent elsewhere.
Regardless of the name, this hummingbird is a beauty, and I suspect I will be calling it ‘Anna’s’ for the foreseeable future.
~ Susanne
Mention Fredericksburg and everyone will assume you mean the one in Virginia, site of a major Civil War Battlefield. But did you know there’s a Fredericksburg in the middle of Texas with just as much history?
I discovered it when planning the itinerary for our recent trip. I knew it would be a hit with my husband who’s a World War 2 buff and would enjoy the first-class museum there. And I knew I’d like visiting one of the most charming towns in Texas with its German history, town square, shops and eateries.
We were both happy.
“Fredericksburg was founded on May 8, 1846, by German immigrants under the Society for the Protection of German Immigrants in Texas. John O. Meusebach chose the location for the second of the Society’s colonies four miles north of the Pedernales River between two creeks.”
The City of Fredericksburg Texas

We walked through the old buildings at the Pioneer Museum and learned about German immigration to Texas. We met a visiting German couple who told us their town has its own museum focused on the emigration side of the story. Small world, indeed.



We visited the Markt Platz (market square) in the center of town,

and its most iconic structure, the Vereins Kirche (“society church”) which was the hub of community activities including church and school.

And we came across a memorial to the only Peace Treaty made with Native Americans thought to never be broken.
“On March 1, 1847, Meusebach met with several tribes of Comanche Indians unarmed to negotiate a treaty between the Tribes and the town of Fredericksburg. Meusebach asked that the townsfolk be allowed to farm the land along the Llano in return for the Comanche being allowed in town at any time. He furthered the offer by promising that in times of hunger, the town would provide the Tribes with grain in return for game, honey, and bear fat.”
The City of Fredericksburg, TX

Later that night we visited the Market Square and found it all lit up for Christmas Nights of Lights.




It was gorgeous.
But by now you may be wondering – where’s the promised World War 2 museum and what’s it doing in the middle of Texas?
I’m glad you asked!
It turns out that Fredericksburg was the hometown of Admiral Chester Nimitz, Chief Commander of the Pacific Fleet during WW2.
“After brilliantly leading American forces to victory in World War II, Fleet Admiral Nimitz, the Commander in Chief, U.S. Pacific Fleet and Pacific Ocean Areas, hauled down his flag at Pearl Harbor and relieved Fleet Admiral King as Chief of Naval Operations. Accorded a hero’s welcome at home, the quiet, self-effacing officer described himself as merely “a representative of the brave men who fought” under his command.
Naval History and Heritage Command

An outstanding leader, Nimitz would only agree to a museum in his hometown, if it honored all those who fought in the Pacific War. As I went through the Nimitz Gallery, I was impressed with the man and longed for the kind of noble, selfless leadership he represented.

The National Museum of the Pacific War contains thousands of artifacts and stories from the many battles of the Pacific.


It also has the only surviving submarine used by the Japanese in their attack on Pearl Harbor.


There are many outdoor exhibits including a memorial to the presidents who served during WW2,

and a theatre in the Pacific Combat Zone, where examples of the terrain, trenches and fortified cave positions the Japanese created to battle U.S. forces on those islands are replicated. Living history reenactments occur throughout the year though not while we were there.

My husband spent most of his time inside the museum but there was too much information for me; I preferred wandering the grounds. One of my favorite places was the Japanese Peace Garden, for its simple beauty and what it represents, ‘a gift from the people of Japan, in honor of all that Fleet Admiral Nimitz did to improve U.S./Japanese relations after the war.’


I hope you enjoyed this tour of Fredericksburg.
I’ll leave you with that elusive hope of peace.
~ Susanne
One of my favorite places in the world is Olympic National Park in my home state of Washington. And one of my favorite places to visit in the park is Lake Crescent.
We spent a few days there last summer and had dinner one night at the Lodge just as the sun was setting.




I know in principle that Peace needs to come from within, but sometimes a little help from the outside is not bad.
Wishing I was there right now.
Sharing for this week’s Sunday Stills Challenge, Peace.
~ Susanne
It’s a rainy day in the Pacific Northwest and the cats are getting restless. The humans are too.



Benji is out of sorts, and I do what I can to cheer him up, pulling out his favorite toys,


until we’re both too tired to continue.

“Can’t you make it stop?” he pleads.

“Sorry, Benji. I wish I could. But we should get a reprieve by next April. May, for sure.”

“Until then, we’ll have to hunker down inside.”
And so today, we will.
~ Susanne and Tiger and Benji
This wasn’t my first time to Texas. We once took a road trip to the Carlsbad Caverns in New Mexico and had to pass through El Paso to get there. We also stopped for a hike at nearby Guadelupe Mountains National Park. I thought I might find a few photos, but they’re lost among the millions I took in the last century. They’ll turn up later when I no longer need them.
There was also a trip to San Antonio a few years ago, where we enjoyed the riverwalk through town; I did manage to find a photo of that.

But honestly, Texas is not first on my list of vacation destinations. All of my visits have been tied to other events. This is especially true for my husband, who got his first taste of Texas at Laughlin Airforce Base in San Antonio.
Still if you have to go, you’ll find a lot of history, good museums, and the occasional beautiful landscape. (You’ll have to look hard, especially if you are used to the scenic beauty of the Pacific Northwest, but I digress.) And you’ll have a lot of ground to cover. At 268,597 square miles, the Lone Star State is giant, the second largest after Alaska.

On this trip we tackled a small town – Fredericksburg – and a big city – Dallas. We enjoyed both and it will take a while for me to sort through the pictures and give you the specifics.
In the meantime, here’s a foretaste of Fredericksburg, arguably the most charming town in Texas.


Now, before I go, did you know there have been six flags over Texas?
France – Spain – Mexico – the Republic of Texas – the Confederacy – and the U.S.A.
I believe they still prefer the middle one the best.

That will do for now.
~ Susanne
Not today, the backyard is mostly cold and quiet this morning.
I took these pictures earlier this month, of the hummingbirds sharing their feeding station with an assortment of other birds.
Sugar water to the right and suet on the left.

The hummers didn’t seem to mind.




And the other birds loved it, including the regulars – chickadees and nuthatches –



and woodpeckers – both flickers and downys.


I loved having them, but it’s a dilemma.
I usually only feed hummingbirds year-round, but added suet and seed to the mix for other birds when cold weather arrived. The first location was overrun by squirrels, so I moved the suet here thinking they’d be unable to reach it. Too far to jump from any trees or fence, I thought. Didn’t know they could climb poles!
The new feeders also attracted other unwanted rodents and though the cats could take care of them, I’d rather not have them around.
Still considering my options but I may have to leave the other birds to nature’s offerings, except during the most inclement weather.
By the way, you may have noticed I’m back on the blog after a short break. I’ll have more to share later about our recent travels to this most unlikely of places.
Can you guess where?

Perhaps this will help.

More to came later from the Lone Star State.
Until then, I’m happy to be back in the Pacific Northwest.
~ Susanne
Last weekend, my husband and I shared a wonderful Thanksgiving buffet with my mom at her residence. Along with more exotic offerings were the traditional favorites: turkey that melted in your mouth, perfect stuffing, mashed potatoes & gravy, sweet potatoes, assorted salads and after all that, an entire dessert room, if you were still hungry (or not.)
And this card was on our table, as a reminder.

I’m thankful for a husband who loves the outdoors as much as I do. And I’m thankful that we’re healthy enough to continue adventuring far and near.

I’m thankful that I still have my mom. She’s 93. That’s something, right?

I bet you can think of a few somethings to be thankful for, too.
If not, just look around.

At the beauty surrounding you.

And give thanks.

I’m taking a few days off from the blog. Wishing you a happy holiday and a joyous week!
Sharing with #Sunday Stills
~ Susanne
Starting the day with a kitty on my lap.


Happy Caturday!
~ Susanne and Benji
So much color to be found across these United States of America and I’m not done sharing it yet! You’ve already seen some images from my favorite local park in Renton, Washington. The entrance to Gene Coulon Park is lined with maple trees that come alive in the fall.



A bit further east, across the Cascade Mountains on Highway 2,

you’ll find some of the best color in Washington State in Leavenworth and Icicle Creek.


And MUCH further east – you’ll find marvelous color in New York City’s Central Park, which is transformed in the fall.


Not my pictures – they were taken by my brother – I’ve never been to Central Park in the fall. You can see more gorgeous photos and the story on his blog. Central Park’s Spectacular Fall Foliage! Nature Shows Off in New York City!
And all of this reminds me that the world is a carousel of color!
And yes, I do remember gathering in front the TV on Sunday nights to watch Walt Disney’s Wonderful World of Color, one of my earliest TV memories!
And that will do for now.
~ Susanne