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Point Roberts

IMG_7941A friend and I took a trip to Point Roberts for 2 days.  It was fun to look up the history as we traveled there to find out why this 4.884 square mile parcel is part of the US rather than Canada and who has lived there over time.   And, like other parts of the US, the border between our two countries is marked by a ditch rather than a wall.

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these are backyards on a border ditch

It is a beachy place.  There are parks at each of the 4 corners and abodes of all types – trailers, yurts, cabins, coastal homes and large spreads.  We stayed in a unique little L-shaped cabin constructed carefully to preserve a cedar tree growing in the elbow of the place.  The stove top worked but not the oven so I’m glad we didn’t bring anything we needed to bake.

IMG_8116The weather allowed us a wonderful morning on the beach.  It rained all night and the tree tops were moving above us with the wind.  I want to go back in the summer but I’ll bet the population is tripled then.

 


3/30/17

Conversation was easy with one of my new colleagues as we drove to visit the family of a toddler we are serving.  Upon hearing she had moved into the area a year or so ago I asked what brought her here.  It turns out she is the daughter of someone whose family I knew in high school and her family has wanted to return and be in this area for some time now.

This area is a great place to live – and my family has been slowly dribbling back since graduating from college many moons ago as well.  In fact, tomorrow I head out to look at another house with my sister’s realtor; I’ve been looking at real estate and visiting open houses for the past couple of months now as she and her husband are looking to move up in a year or so.

I shared this with my colleague and we both felt lucky not to be house hunting at this time – the market is busy.  It is fun for me because I’m not the buyer!  The sun is going to be out tomorrow and I am sure the home will look bright and cheery.  I’ll have to put on my imaginary November lenses to see it from a real Pacific Northwest point of view.


one weekend

It rained hard yesterday.  I think it was the wettest day we’ve had so far this fall.  After coffee and a stretch, I was feeling cooped up.  I put on my favorite jeans, best waterproof coat and a hat and went out into it.  Down the block to Home Depot, (I love walking in smelling all that new wood.)  On the way down the block I was wishing I’d brought my camera with me so I headed back home and grabbed it.  Back out into the wet again and snapped some shots.

Today it was a perfect fall day. Cooler and those dark gray clouds but no rain, so Mike and I went for a walk in Whatcom Falls Park.

(It is more fun to sift through photos than listen to the debate playing in the background….)
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April shorts – 7

the humble fern:
nothing says “home” in quite the same way

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Note from Wendy

Yes.
I feel abandoned; I admit it.  You’ve all flown off to sunny-warm-peaceful-lazy-dazy-sleep in-and swim-at-night Hawaii and I’m here alone in cusp-of-spring-but-more-like-winter-sometimes blue-but cold-and-yes wet-PNW February.

I saw the first signs I would be in this situation after Christmas when you packed away your trees or put them by the curb and stopped talking about the warm glow of family time and began haunting internet airline and VRBO sites hunting down points and rental cars and sleeping accomodations.  I noticed when your cheeks began to burn in mid-January because you’d made your plans, a result of your reluctance to share the secret of your plans to run away with us, the “Left Behind.” While we celebrated and counted the additional minutes of daylight each day with joy, you were madly counting your days until take-off, dreaming at night of warm sunlight, beaches and ocean breezes.

Work and reality kept me from the full realization of my abandonment until the Facebook photos appeared: bare toes at the edge of ocean beach scenes, drinks sparkling on little tables close at hand, fish caught fresh for dinner.  But it wasn’t until the photos stopped that I really felt the slap – because you are now really gone.

You’re having fun, you’ve left reality behind, you are in Never Never Land with Peter Pan. No pirates, no crocodiles, no ticking clocks.

And I’m here with my shadow!  Friends and Countrymen! Could you at least send Tinkerbell to keep me company?