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Right outside the front door of our house–well, across a little stretch of lawn, fifteen or twenty feet maybe–we have a pond. It was one of the many things we fell in love with when we first saw the house. … Continue reading
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Oh look, another glossy magazine article about lovely Orcas Island! You’d think the island would be used to this sort of thing by now, but this innocuous, perfectly decent little article has occasioned a great ruckus on at least two … Continue reading
Photo by Elena Kuchko on Unsplash Before we moved to Orcas Island, we lived in Portland, Oregon. Portland is famous (and rightfully so) for many things–Portlandia, roses, coffee, bicycles, beer, hipsters, hipster coffee, hipster beer–but one of the most … Continue reading
Now that my household are all past our second shots, we are beginning to step, very slowly and carefully, back into something resembling normal life. No, we haven’t had any friends over for dinner; and no, we haven’t been inside … Continue reading
It isn’t literally true that now that spring is making its presence known, my husband has left me for the garden–it just seems that way sometimes. Actually, I jest: I thoroughly approve of his efforts out there. If I wasn’t … Continue reading
On the evening of December 30, 2020, I was sitting in the living room with my husband and mother-in-law. We were playing a board game after an enjoyable, not over-large, dinner when I began to feel some tummy distress. On … Continue reading
I love snow! So fluffy and pretty, so magical, so peaceful, so…inconvenient. Well, not usually. Usually we’re pretty self-sufficient out here. You have to be, to want to live on an island with only an unreliable (and fairly expensive) ferry … Continue reading
Silly me. Last year, when the pandemic hit, we dutifully canceled travel and took precautions and hunkered down. We washed our hands, and bought and wore masks, and learned how to make crumpets and how to Zoom. Our family indefinitely … Continue reading
We live on an island–Orcas Island, in the San Juans, in farthest western Washington State–and there are lots of lovely woods here. I’ve written before about how much I love walking in the woods, how I walk nearly every day … Continue reading
Just me, some confused deer, and thoughts of hope I just got back from my second walk of the day, in the pouring rain. A mile and a half up and down our muddy, one-lane rural road. As I stepped … Continue reading