Rainless in Seattle and the Orange Sun

As if it wasn’t enough to break the all time record for rain earlier this year (144 wet days, and almost 45 inches of rain between last October and April) we are now set to break the record for most days without measurable rain (51 days) tomorrow. To top it off, the uncharacteristically hot weather and the smoke from wildfires up north have made for vivid orange sunsets.

About an hour before the sun went down tonight it hovered low in the west looking like a blood orange.  I don’t know how to capture that kind of color; maybe some day I will.  In the meantime, I found the glow through the trees quite beautiful.

But I sure do miss the rain.

~ Susanne

Weary of the Sunshine

“Benji,” I said. “What are you doing under there?  It must be the weather, huh? ”

“Catchin’ some shade,” he said. “It’s too hot for me. The sun penetrates my fur and slows me down.  Zaps me of all my strength. Like this,” he said.

“Oh Benji, I understand, ” I replied.  “I’m feeling rather lethargic myself with these temperatures in the eighties.  We’re just not used to it anymore.”

“True, ” he said. “But I still have more energy than you do because I’m a cat and I have youth on my side.  Wanna see?”

“Okay, Benji, yes.  You made your point. You still got it.”

~Susanne and Benji

A Summer Day in May

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.

~ Susanne

One March day in Seattle

Rain, rain, rain.

Relentless,

record-breaking,

rain.

For the day,

for the month,

and the year.

What would it be to go outside,

for feet to stay dry?

To hear quiet and birdsong

or nothing at all?

But wait!

Listen!

What is it?

Go and see before it’s gone!

Sunshine!

Blue Sky!

O the Joy!

~  Susanne