The only sounds are of the occasional car passing as a neighbor heads off to work and the clicking of a clock here in the house. The gray days of winter in Oregon have started to settle in, but not the constant rains, yet. It has slowly become light out the window, but light only.…
It has been a gray day. On and off drizzle. A slight breeze keeps it chilly outside. The garage is uninsulated. The rain is louder here. Our breath is vague clouds. Earlier, Darci, our daughter-in-law, came over to help with the sorting. She is fearless, climbing the bent, rickety ladder without hesitation. My only contribution…
Lights glow from windows up and down the block. It is still dark, but kids are getting ready for school, parents for work. Oatmeal is on the stove, or boxes of cereal at the table. Toast in the toaster. It is a Monday. We are retired, so it is just another day. Days blend together…
Through the window the sky is a pale gray. There is a soft hum of rain on the roof. The window is open, and through the screen, I can hear the drops tapping on the rhododendron. Fall is here and so are the first rains. The sound is peaceful, calming. A welcome change from the…
The sky has a white glow; the sun is nearly set. In Scotland it is called the gloaming. Kids running in the grass square that sits in the middle of the camp sites. Some are on swings, a few play catch, the rest chase each other or play games whose rules evolve constantly as imagination…
Once again we are at the coast, avoiding the scorching heat of the valley. The worst of the heat should be done by the time we head home on Friday. The weather here is clear and mild, the sky a high, pale blue. Jays have been hopping around the camp pecking for food, making an awful squawk. It…
The sky is a perfect blue this morning. A breeze ruffles my curtains, keeping off the heat that will develop later today. It is going to be our first hot day of the summer according to the weather forecast. A sudden change from the rainy, gloomy days of the past week. The weather an objective…
The window over the sink was still open from last night. I could smell the spring air as I made my way through the kitchen in the dark, heading for the light switch and coffee pot. The air felt warm, a good sign for my tomato starts and young pole bean plants. Spring has been…
It is daylight, nearly 7:00 AM. The garbage truck has banged its way up and down the street, leaving containers tossed along the curb, or nearly into the middle of the street. It is Thursday morning. On Tuesday, Lydia had tea here with Darci, our daughter-in-law, and Gabby, our new granddaughter. It was reminiscent of…
A storm is coming in off the ocean. I heard the first gust about 4:30 as it bounced the bus slightly. Since then, the wind has become a steady background that I only notice if I stop and pay attention, or if it stops. It is a bit like breathing, only noticed if focused on,…
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