Half Past, High Tide

When you no longer schedule your day by the clock, but instead use a tide table to make plans, you've gone "Coastal."  Coastal is probably the polar opposite of "postal" because your stress level is so low, it is impossible to even imagine committing a violent act.

Let me explain.  We spend copious amounts of time in September at the Oregon Coast, as the winds die down and the sun is still nice and warm.  During this time, I began to noticed myself arranging plans according to the tide...when to walk the dog, the best time for boating, and when to manifest fresh crab for dinner. 

Then the kitchen clock stopped and, while at first frantic to find a replacement battery, I quickly adapted.  By the time new batteries were purchased, it was obvious the clock was no longer necessary.  In fact, it is still on a shelf.
 
On Sunday, when I looked outside, quickly checking the bay, to decide if it was time for an errand and knew the transformation was complete,  I had gone Coastal.  So if you are trying to schedule a time to get together, consult a tide table and then give me a call.  I will be available at half past, high tide.

Splash!

Credit: This refreshing pause in a long, hot summer brought to you by the Pacific Ocean.

Ahhhhhhhh...

That's just what I needed to replenish my soul.

Rainbows in Her Hair

You know everything is going to be alright when you look down to see rainbows in your hair. 

As quickly as they appeared, they were gone.  I do so hope they come back and stay a little longer.

Nature's Art Show

 

 

Available daily, outside.

Bunny Mama

In the roots of the tall alder tree in our yard, we found a bunny nest hidden by the surrounding grass.  Deep inside were five precious little creatures with their eyes closed but no mother rabbit.  Fearing that they had been orphaned by any number of local predators, we did a bit of research and learned the mother doesn't come around during the day so as not to attract said predators, but instead comes at night to nurse them.

One week later their eyes were open and they were still cuddled together in their warm nest.  They were mostly eyes and ears at that point.  No sign of mom.

Yesterday (five days later) they were scurrying about their hole under the tree roots but not about to come out.  Still no mother was in sight.

Early this morning, the Bunny Mama hopped out of the salal bushes and over to the nest.  She stood at the edge of the hole and peered in.  Apparently she was giving her kids either a last minute safety lecture or a "you can do it" inspirational speech.  Then she hopped away from the nest yet stayed close by eating clover.

Within minutes, the baby bunnies came bolting out of the nest straight into the brush, a blur of fur and ears.  After they made their escape out into the world, Bunny Mama hopped away too.  Nicely done, my lady, nicely done!

If You Want to Celebrate America...

...listen to the voice of the Earth.