Are We Walking to Alaska

Are We Walking to Alaska
Are We Walking to Alaska - A True Story

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Signs and Fences

Two random fences
I'm not sure how this fence could be electrified, but the fence and the sign were certainly interesting.      
 Another great old fence, with a wonderful Raven on it

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Yellow House

This lovely house is set in a large yard with lots of trees, shrubs and mowed lawns.  It used to be a Bed and Breakfast - I noticed this year that the sign was gone.  It sits among fields where the Trumpeter Swans visit every year and was named the Trumpeter Swan Bed and Breakfast.
 Bare tree branches reflected in an old glass paned door
 Trees and shrubs blowing in the wind - just a touch of autumn colors beginning to show
 Turrets - perfect for daydreaming among the tree tops
 A quiet, warm autumn afternoon in later October - rare for us this time of the year
Bay windows reflecting the outdoors

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Black and White Wednesday

 On our regular route through town on the way to Skagit (sounds like gadget) Valley, something caught my eye.  Quick. Turn Around.  What was that?

In a clearing, down a hillside (Bellingham is built on a series of many hills and gullies, very little actual flat land) there was an old building.
This had been a very heavily wooded gully - and it had been logged recently and scraped bare for a new housing development - except for the old barn - or was it an old house?  I can't decide which.  It isn't shaped like a regular barn - but doesn't have the windows one would expect of a house. 
How long had it been there, deserted and left to be covered with blackberry vines and trees?
 What stories does it have to tell?  Who looked out that door?  Were they far, far out of town then?  And now the house is in the middle of town.  And why did the construction company leave it standing?  There was no one around to ask - and there was a locked gate so we couldn't drive down the hill.
 What was in the lean-to?  Did the family cow find shelter there?  Were there chickens roosting, waiting for morning so they could scratch about in the yard?
 Moss on the roof and ferns sprouting out the top.
What secrets do you have, dear old 

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Autumn Leaves in the Rain

The autumn rains in NW Washington start any time from mid August to, this year - late October.  This is a strange year - a long warm summer, followed by a long warm autumn - and still we have sunny and warm days in between the rain storms -  and it is almost November.  I'll take it - no complaints here.
But when it rains - sometimes it is beautiful and peaceful - often a soft dripping rain, and other times a heavy rain - both give us the rain we need to keep our state the "Evergreen State".
 A few drops - the leaves wait

 Soaking up the drops
Dripping with droplets - quenching their thirst
Water will drip down to the roots - more leaves will grow next year
Ahh the joy of rain on autumn leaves.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

A Little Autumn Decorating

I decorate just a little for autumn, waiting for the big decorating for christmas - but I have some lovely seasonal, figural dishes and I display them on the buffet in the dining room.

And a cute door decoration - Ma and Pa Crow - welcome friends and family
 Cabbage Soup Tureen - small enough for soup for two - or a serving dish for bigger dinners

 Bee Skep cracker/cookie jar

 Yellow Poppy Shaped bowls - found each one at a different Value Village store on two different days
 Autumn Tablecloth with glass pumpkin cookie jar and Flower Fairy candle holder

Do you have favorite dishes that you use for the different seasons?

Mosaic Monday 


While on Orcas Island we were entertained by the seagulls - trying to get to the pilings near the beach in front of the cabin - they did this continually all day - with a little break around 2-3 p.m.   Guess they had to have their naps too.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Leaves - Six Words Friday

 In Autumn - by Winifred C. Marshall
They are coming down in showers,
 The leaves all gold and red;

They are covering the little flowers,

And tucking them up in bed.

They have spread a fairy carpet
All up and down the street
And when we skip to school
They will rustle 'neath our  feet