Is there any other color that’s more ‘in your face’ than orange? I think not. Perhaps that’s why it had such a run in the sixties, not that I would know. 😉
This little sitting room is located in a small restaurant in Washington that we sometimes stop at on our way to the coast. I was drawn to it immediately – hoping to stay a while and bask in my childhood. For we had an orange vinyl chair just like this when I was growing up – or was it leather?
I can see my big sister sitting in that chair in her candy striper uniform with a cat on her lap.
The orange was even darker and more striking than the couch below – though memories are often like that.
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge, Orange.
“Listen to the trees talking in their sleep,’ she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. ‘What nice dreams they must have!”_ L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
I don’t doubt that trees dream at night, but I like to catch them before they go to sleep, during the golden hour.
“For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.”Martin Luther
This little tree lives in the park at the end of my street, perhaps ordinary by day,
it’s positively glorious by night.
One of my favorite stories of Tiger. Here you go in case you missed it. 🙂
I wandered in the garden one morning
and found Tiger and Benji apparently at odds.
It was mostly Tiger who needed cheering up.
“Hey Tiger, you handsome boy! How are you doing?”
“Oh I don’t know Sue. I don’t feel very handsome. Did you notice the carcass in the yard?”
“Yes Tiger, I noticed. A mole. Great job!”
“It wasn’t me Sue. Benji caught it. That boy is fast! You should have seen him out here in the lettuce this morning. It was brilliant.”
“He knew just when to strike and brought the beast down without a struggle.”
“That’s great Tiger,’ I replied. “The mole was destroying the garden and needed to go. I’m happy Benji took care of it. So what’s the problem?”
“Don’t you see Sue? I used to be able to do that. Not anymore. Let’s face it. I’m finished.”
“Oh Tiger, you mustn’t think…
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You never know what you’ll find on a walk in the woods.
But in the Pacific Northwest you’ll see douglas fir trees accented with vine maples.
And if you’re lucky you’ll see a stream with waterfalls and pools,
like we did at Whatcom Falls in Bellingham.
And if you’re really lucky you’ll see an owl. We would have missed him, so well did his feathers serve as camouflage. Another hiker pointed him out and told us it was a Barred Owl, and said hiker carried a huge camera while I unfortunately had only my phone.
Still I did what I could and even attempted some video though my hand is unsteady and my skills sorely lacking,
even catching the owl in action, diving for a crawdad.
By the way, did you notice that all my photos are squares?
Go ahead, take another look.
For Becky’s Squares Challenge, Trees.
It’s an ordinary tree perhaps – if any tree can be called ordinary – but it was also striking against a clear blue sky and fit nicely into a square.
“For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.”Isaiah 55:12
For Becky’s Squares Challenge – see here for yourself – #TreeSquare
The dandelion is an herb with medicinal properties, traditionally used to treat various ailments and infections; it can be made into tea or wine and used in soups and salads. I’ve never eaten one. I still consider it a weed, growing tenaciously where it shouldn’t in my garden, its long taproot almost impossible to eradicate so it returns again and again.
Still, isn’t it beautiful?
For Cee’s Flower of the Day
It’s tough on the boys when we go on vacation. Not that they want to come along; they just prefer we remain at their beck and call. To let them in and to let them out. To dish up canned food early in the morning. To sit with them in the garden. To hand out treats and cater to their every whim.
So when we come home they let us know they’re happy we’re back.
And so it was, late on the evening of our return, after Benji had gone outside I heard him cry through an open window. Not his usual cry – a distress signal of sorts I thought. So I opened the front door – too late to see what was in his mouth – which he brought inside and dropped at my feet.
Fortunately the mouse was already quite dead – not an ounce of life left in him.
I knew it was a gift so I received it while he pranced around wild-eyed.
“Welcome back, Sue!”
Yes indeed. It’s good to be home.
~ Susanne and Benji
Last week we enjoyed the great outdoors on our trip to Oregon where we found giant bubbles at Seaside,
took a cool walk at Cannon Beach
and visited Herman the Sturgeon at the Bonneville Fishery. Herman is over 10 feet long and 80 years old in case you wondered.
We returned from our trip just in time for the heat wave – today is the third day in triple digits, absolutely unheard of in Western Washington.
It was 104 in Renton yesterday and we’re expecting a high of 111 today; the average temperature for June is 71!
Still I was up early and went for a walk at my favorite local park before the weather became intolerable. Gene Coulon Memorial Park has the best walking trail on the southern shore of Lake Washington as well as a swimming beach, boating, fishing and eateries.
The turtles call it home too.
It was a cool 84 when I left the house and 90 when I returned. As I type this it’s noon and already 102. Not much relief in sight though we’ll hopefully leave the 100’s behind tomorrow.
Inspired by this week’s Sunday Stills Photo Challenge, Great Outdoors.
All of our road trips to Oregon start and end with the Columbia River since it forms the southern border of Washington State. And so it was this week – we managed to get a few days away to Oregon. We spent our first night in Astoria and our last night in Cascade Locks in the Columbia River Gorge. It was there that we enjoyed a 2 hour dinner cruise on a Sternwheeler.
We also visited Horsetail Falls, my new favorite waterfall in the Gorge, before we started back home.
The spray was cool and refreshing. Perhaps the memories will carry me though the coming week. Yes, that is the real and actual weather forecast for Renton, just south of Seattle.
Suffice it to say we in the Pacific Northwest are not accustomed to these temperatures. On the other hand, who is? 113 belongs in Death valley, not the Pacific Northwest! So I’m getting this post out tonight while it’s still cool and will save the rest for later. My office doesn’t have air conditioning so I won’t be spending much time in it the next few days. I guess I need to find another river.