None currently in the Great Northwest. No snow that is. So for Cees’ Fun Foto Challenge I had to look elsewhere for white and found it to be in short supply.
But then I remembered the picture I took in Carmel last month of the white cabbage butterfly.
And the snowberry out front, a native plant here in the Pacific Northwest whose little berries do indeed look like snowballs.
Still looking for white I found these trees standing out from their surroundings
and this one on my walk at Coulon Park, waving at me as if to say, ‘I’m here, include me too.’
And finally because I really do love the white stuff I’ll close with some pictures of Benji enjoying the snow earlier this year.
And that will do..
You may remember this Thanksgiving story from long, long ago…
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When I was growing up my favorite part of Thanksgiving was not the turkey. Neither was it the dressing which is my favorite today but wasn’t then. What I remember most are the hors d’oeuvres and the wine flips and the trip downtown for football. I’ll explain.
First the hors d’oeuvres, which is not only the hardest thing to spell, but also may be too grand a word for what we made. We started with crackers, then applied, even squirted on, the cheese. Next we added tiny meats like salami and pepperoni, which we followed up with olives and pickles, then used a toothpick to hold the tower together. We placed them on a tray and delivered them to our guests in style and when it was empty we ran back to the kitchen to build the next batch until all the components were gone. Tasty little treats they were.
But dinner was not yet, for while the turkey was in the oven, my sisters drove us to Seattle’s Memorial Stadium for Turkey Day, to watch their high school football team, the Chief Sealth Seahawks, play in the championship game. And I – a mere little sister – got to tag along with them and their friends. I loved every minute I was in the presence of those confident teenage girls and couldn’t wait to be their age.
The ride home was exhilarating if we won, as we shouted out the windows to the losers driving by, “Seahawks Rule!” Whatever the kids from other cars would yell back, we would always counter with, “who won the game?” and that would silence them.
I remember the year Chief Sealth lost to the Roosevelt Roughriders, 10 to 7.
The ride home was quiet and we rolled up our windows. But by the time we made it back home, the sting of the loss was over, the turkey was ready and its fragrance filled the air. As we ate our dinner, mom pulled out the special beaded wine glasses and filled ours with 7-Up and a splash of wine, turning our drink a lovely pink (promise not to tell.) Next year we said.
I couldn’t pass up the chance to share a few of my favorite photos in response to Sunday Still’s Photo Challenge.
I’ll start with a picture of sweet Benji on my lap in the garden. Yes, it’s the same one that made it into the 2020 International Cat Care Calendar and I anxiously await my copy.
It was tough explaining to Tiger why I didn’t submit a picture of him too but I think he understands. Next time.
The roses have gone to sleep now but they were so vibrant earlier this summer.
The bees are long gone too now that their work is done.
But the hummingbirds remain and I continue to feed them. They are grateful as am I.
Even as we count down to winter there is still much color to be found in the fall garden; look no further than the hydrangeas.
“Time to get up Benji.”
“Not yet Sue. I’m still tired.”
“Please don’t make it difficult Benji. I need to make the bed.”
“Why? You’re just going to mess it up again tonight.”
“Benji, I don’t have time to argue with you. Please. Move. Now.”
“Okay, you don’t have to be so grouchy about it. I’ll move if you promise to get my breakfast.”
“Yes of course Benji. Same as every day.”
~ Susanne and Benji
It’s a gray and rainy day in the Pacific Northwest with many more to come. What better time to jump into a photo challenge and brighten things up with some red?
Not my car but isn’t it great? We found it at a classic car meet at Mud Mountain Dam over the summer.
Need a place to stay for the night? Check out the red caboose on the way to Mt. Rainier.
It’s not even winter yet but I’m already looking forward to visiting the tulip fields next spring, hopefully on a clear day when Mt. Baker pops its head above the Skagit Valley.
My last splash of red comes from Victoria’s Chinatown in Fan Tan Alley.
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge, Red.