Walkies were a little different this morning.
– 39 degrees outside
– Raining (No really. Again! And I’m not losing my shit over it at
– No Lola, for she is lame
– No sun, for it has forsaken me
But we were
desperate to get outside and get moving, and along the way, we saw a penny farthing mailbox, a dead bird, a potato rock, cows of the forest, and a wet cemetery. It’s kind of like the 12 days of Christmas, but through the eyes of
Scenes from our soggy week, with unmitigated gratitude for in-laws who share wine.
Our campsite overlooks Padilla Bay, with a view of several of the San Juan islands. Every 25 hours, the tide goes out, and the bay turns into something like 8,000 acres of mud flats. Mud. Flats. I literally can’t even. Also, nobody would buy shoes called mud flats.
Regardless, I stepped into my big girl boots ( Not my cowgirl boots. OMG, no. Not for this. For this I’ve got an old pair of snow boots.), and took a walk down to the shore when the tide was in. This is a typical Washington beach in winter. Want to know what it looks like in summer? Keep staring.
I kept staring. And as if to slap me with a big old neener-neener lesson on life, Mama Nature rewarded me with this bit o’ magic. Sorry, Puget Sound. I get it now. Again. But probably only temporarily, I’m thinking.
Later that day, look what else I found!
But the sunshine shut down 15 minutes later, and once again I was back to, “Seriously, why did I even bring these?”
Meanwhile, back at the park: a common sign to which I have no objections. If I had to clean a public restroom, I wouldn’t allow pets in there either. But…
… lookit what’s conveniently located outside! Now that’s dog-friendly. I wish more public places would offer hitching posts for pets. Thanks, Bay View!
We have no Christmas tree inside. Plenty outside, though! And thanks to Tim’s mom, we’ve got a string of lights there across the front of the house. All is calm. All is… OK, mostly it’s gray, but the twinkles help. A little.