Category Archives: Reflections

Winter rains have not washed away the mountains. The forested mountains are still there. On some rainy winter days you wonder if anything will be left when the rains finally lift. Those are flocks of swans in the pasture, not … Continue reading →

The last few weeks have shown how dangerous believing in fairy tales can be. Not seeing what is real, not accepting it, will lead you far astray. There are many fairy tales about how this wonderful universe came to be. … Continue reading →

This morning’s sky was on fire. It turned the pond into a vermillion pool. What did the ducks think of it? They have very good color vision. Were they dazzled by the brilliant hue on the pond? Who knows. They … Continue reading →

It is still winter? That’s a question you could have asked a few days ago. It’s hard to believe that just a few days ago the sky was this blue. It almost looks like a summer day. Fog rolled inland … Continue reading →

Between the steady rains, the sun almost crawls through the winter skies. Almost, but not quite. Bright, golden spells of glimmering gold light appear for a few minutes before the next band of rain rolls in. This time of year, … Continue reading →

It’s a guess where the snow geese will be when we run an errand or return home. When we meet someone new, we often hear about where their parents came from, and where their parent’s parents came from, and back … Continue reading →

How fitting to have our first snow of the season fall on the Winter Solstice. Well, that answered the question as to whether we would see snow this season or not. The Winter Solstice used to be a full day … Continue reading →

How many enjoy views like this when they go get their mail? When we moved here fifteen years ago, we got a PO Box at the little Bow Post Office instead of having mail delivered to a mailbox on the … Continue reading →

There is a joy living in a special place. The swans have no idea how much joy and happiness they bring to the humans that pass their way. At least they do to me. If they did, they’d waddle closer, … Continue reading →

Every few days I get to see blizzards of white snow geese fly up off the fields. The guess when I make an errand is, in which fields are the snow geese today? And where are the swans? One thing … Continue reading →

You can’t ask for a better morning this time of year. Barely cold, no rain coming down, and promises of sunshine on the morning clouds. The ducks on the pond are happy this morning. The four young ones we moved … Continue reading →

Chuckanut Mountain was particularly dark and broody today when I went down to the Post Office. On a day like today, it looks like it’s gone into hibernation. As thick as the clouds look today, it’s hard to imagine that … Continue reading →

Winter has returned to the foothills. When the clouds lift, the upper half of the foothills are dusted with snow. White, gray, subtle shades of blues and dark greens, winter here is a palette of pastels. I enjoy going out … Continue reading →

A bobcat is paying us visits. We saw it walk up the lane between us and the neighbors during the afternoon a few weeks ago. This week a motion sensitive camera I set up in the woods caught it walking … Continue reading →

Yesterday while coming home from an errand, I saw swans flying overhead. There were swans in the fields too. At last, it feels like November is here. According to the clerk in the Bow Post Office, she saw swans yesterday, … Continue reading →

The nice thing about going to the post office on a bicycle is that you travel slow enough to see new things. And see things that have always been there, in plain sight, but you’ve never seen before. It looks … Continue reading →

It is the end of flowers, or so it seems. The time of flowers is closing. Just a few remain. The lovely hydrangeas have gone to subtle leathery shades. By now a diligent gardener would have snipped them clean. “Cut … Continue reading →

Am I growing the wrong grapes? Maybe. The grapes along the fence that are ripe are wonderful to eat. I’m enjoying them. And the chickens enjoy them as much as I do. I am surprised that birds aren’t devouring them. … Continue reading →