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13.5.20

Yesterday’s Walk and Roses Blooming

On this walk I found Bacon and Eggs. 
A plant named for looking like bacon and eggs.
Golden Rain Chain in bloom too. 
Slugs, lots of slugs. 
Horsetail. Of course. 
The Rose is my rose growing over into the neighbors due to 
Sun availability. 



Salmon berries forming.

The lilacs are blooming heavily this year.
Use hot water while cutting them to immediately put the lilacs into so they won’t wilt. It should be scalding to keep the stem open.
If they wilt, recut, always at an angle.
And put them immediately into scalding water.
Any Woody stem applies.
Hydrangea etc.
Azaleas, Rhodies


The bacon and eggs is yellow and red.

Golden Rain Chain Trees.
Lush Green Forest.
And Daisies.


21.4.20

The collective nightmare of Covid-19 continues

What I’ve observed this week taking a drive out to the Skagit Valley was chilling.
The tulip festival I’d thought was cancelled but Tulip Town was open. While parking places were staggered, people were too abundant to keep a healthy distance.
Snow Goose Produce was also open and had more traffic than would be considered healthy!

Roozengaard was closed with signs, Stay home, stay healthy, Save lives. etc

The picnic was inside the car it was just a drive and it was rather frustration not to be able to do what is usually the case knowing some people are completely unconcerned and could pop up in their groups at anytime.

I took video but later drove around my neighborhood taking photos. I’ll post some here.
Be well everyone.










25.3.20

Meditation corner

17.3.20




1.3.20

Jaunting into the Snowy Days

A Jaunt to Stevens Pass and Leavenworth 
Snow. Snow. Snow 
Have to stop at the traditional places. 
Visit Big Foot on the way. 










12.1.20

Snow Celebration





Now, there’s exquisite beauty to view, gaining your attention at every turn. The majesty of the ordinary tree or shrub calls for your attention. 
The flakes larger than quarters float fast to the ground while the tiny ones  slow poke and follow in time as they meander with currents to the blanket prepared for them piling up layer after layers with their kind joining the invasion as they land in just the right spot to delight your eyes. 

The cold is almost imperceptible at first. The sense of sight taking your attention. And your breathe. 
The quiet calls for your cooperation. But wild little boys don’t even notice as they ya hoo into the powdery cold stuff like warriors slaying imaginary enemies. 

Sensitive folk stand like statues frozen in time as if a single movement will break the spell of perfection before them. The snow swirls around and round and we all are caught in this snowy dome of delight and whimsy, the duration, a blink of time. 
Jerez Sherry 
Jan 2020


4.1.20

Happy Holidays, You are the Gift!




You are the Gift! 











19.12.19

Retrospective


If you interrupt another person before they’ve finished speaking, 
you cannot assume you know what they were going to say.