Summertime and the livin’ is easy here in the Pacific Northwest. After the longest rainy season on record, summer arrived with gusto this week with temperatures in the seventies and eighties. We poor, cold, and waterlogged natives embraced the sunshine and are soaking up the long overdue rays while they are here.
That includes me as I head to Coulon Park in the heat of the day where I find the irises in bloom and bright as the sun,
and these walkers blending in with the green.
The view of Rainier to the south was striking as always..
but the Olympics floated in the haze somewhat ghostly to the west,
reminding me that I will welcome the cleansing of the next refreshing rain. I am after all, a true native.
Always there though not always visible, tonight’s walk at Gene Coulon Park yielded these views of the mountain in our midst ~ Mt. Rainier.
Happy to be living in the Pacific Northwest.
A perfect day begins with a trip to Starbucks and a walk at our favorite park on the shores of Lake Washington. We tried twice earlier this week to do just that but each time were turned back by the cold, wind, and rain. One time we made it to the park only to sit in the car and drink our coffee with this view.
What a difference a day makes! We woke today to a different reality: crisp, clear, and sunny with a temperature of 64 F in the forecast, the highest this year.
We head to Gene Coulon Park in Renton with drinks in hand and are rewarded with the bluest of blues and air fresh and washed clean.
We weren’t the only ones out. This mama duck and her babies were enjoying a swim together…
While this turtle basked in the sun alone.
These stony folks were committed as always to walking….
And the trees were blossoming and fragrant.
What a glorious day!
We are reminded again why we live in the Pacific Northwest.
After a rendezvous with winter earlier this week (was it really only six days ago?)
the rain quickly followed and washed the snow away leaving only heavy clouds by yesterday.
Today the sun emerged victorious giving us a foretaste of spring. Still cold but perfect for walking so we headed to Gene Coulon Park on Lake Washington, where children played and walkers of all ages joined us on the path. The lucky ones sailed by in their boats.
Even Mt Rainier made an appearance.
A small reprieve in the dead of winter to give us hope for spring to come. Be encouraged. We are more than half way there.
Today was just another walk at Gene Coulon Park along the shores of Lake Washington. But it’s never ordinary to me when the beautiful snowcapped Olympic Mountains appear and I think to myself, ‘do I really live here?’
Awed by the beauty of the trees dressed in fall color at Gene Coulon Park….
The morning started out a bit overcast but held the promise of sun and so I ventured out to Gene Coulon Park to walk along the southern shores of Lake Washington. A paved pedestrian trail where bikes and dogs are not allowed make it an easy walk for people of all ages, including me. No need to hurry as there is something wonderful to see around every bend and in every color, in shades of green and blue and purple and gray…
The hydrangeas were in full, glorious dress….and this silent stream was a study in green..
There was the lone turtle soaking up the sun’s rays….
and the blue heron standing tall against the skyscrapers of Seattle..
And if you could only see through the clouds you would find the Olympics to the west standing guard, as I did one crisp, clear day last winter…
Along with this shy, local beauty