Out on the Edge

Out at the Oregon Coast on our semi-annual vacation. Gorgeous weather the first few days. Now it is raining and blowing but Patience and Bob, our loyal house Western Gulls are out there begging for a snack. We don't feed them, except maybe some leftover salad greens on our last day, so they eventually go off to greener pastures so to speak.

We've been eating pistachios and have discovered this clever way to open pesky nuts that pose challenge (we are calling them distachios) without messing with one's nails or doing dangerous things with knives... Very cool.

Can Something Delicate Be Spectacular?

These peony tulips are just appearing in the neighborhood this year. I wish this were a better shot of this most spectacular flower. But you get the idea. Hopefully I'll be here with the camera to try again next year.

Impermanence is on my mind today.

It is a perfect fit between the tulips and the roses.

No link today. Too much to do in the midst of all this moody spring weather.

How About Never?

I am not sure why but I have officially decided that yellow is the color of this Easter. Just took this out in the neighborhood. If you have any familiarity with Portland Oregon you will know that it is practically unheard of for us to have a dry Easter.

This week marks my 16th year here and I remember one other dry relatively warm Easter Sunday.

I was thinking about this interview with Bob Mankoff, (the cartoon editor of The New Yorker), this morning. It is worth listening to because besides being funny (and apparently laughter is good for the aging brain, Facebook told me so) it is also interesting.

To me that is an intoxicating brew. But then I am addled by unexpected natural light. Happy bunny woven basket, colored eggs in the grass, resurrection and renewal day!

The Iris Hour

If you were to go back and quickly look at all the pictures posted here on this space you would see that I am a woman who lives in a world that is demarcated by the flower clock.

Now is the sweet window between tulip and rose where there are blossoms swirling everywhere in the damp cool wind.

My link today is about a fellow in England, not afraid to say what I find myself thinking sometimes lately, that this very well might be the end of the world as we know it, that it is too late, that there is not enough will to turn the ship around and do enough to save us from the absolute ravages of climate change. While I ponder all this I continue to try to celebrate in every way I know how the beauty that surrounds us and the abundance I was ever so fortunate to be born into.

Tuliplandia and Virtuosity

The world I live in is full of tulips right now.

This is amazing, it is not a cello, it is a double bass!  TianYang Liu. Well worth the 4 minutes it takes to watch it. 

Gorgeous spring day here in Portland. The kind one dreams of all winter long. So nice to be able to get out and about a bit.

Smooth Sailing

One of the pear trees out back blooming into the warming afternoon today.

I was reading this yesterday, a profile of Peter Matthiessen when the scroll came across that he had died.

May his passage through the place between lives be swift and direct. His passage through this most recent life was quite complicated indeed. He wrote about it so beautifully.

Wish Fulfillment

I took this last Sunday. I just love the light. We have only glare now but it is dry and I will be virtuous and walk the track midday.

In a few weeks I switch back to a three days at home, two days in the office schedule and that is most conducive to being out on the track more often.

No link today. Been busy. Settling in to teaching my weekly caregiver stretching and relaxation class up at the children's hospital. Each time I learn a little more about what works and what they need and I enjoy that challenge.