Wonderful light on a beautiful tree, earlier this week.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Wonderful light on a beautiful tree, earlier this week.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
These are called sea pigeons locally.
We were trying to figure out who lives in the sand cliff holes on Marrowstone Island.


We see something fly out but weren’t quite sure who it is.
And then, aha! We see an owner.

https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Pigeon_Guillemot/id
They look like ducks except the beak is not duck like. From the Cornell All About Birds Site: “Ornithologists recognize five subspecies that differ mostly in size: eureka in Oregon and California; adianta from Washington to the central Aleutians; kaiurka in the west-central Aleutians and the Commander Islands; columba from the Bering Strait to the Kamchatka Peninsula of Russia. The subspecies of Pigeon Guillemot that inhabits the Kuril Islands of Japan, snowi, has little to no white in the upperwing, unlike other subspecies.” They are in the family with auks and murres and puffins, rather than ducks. How aukward, heh, heh. I am informed that they “are not good eating”. Too fishy.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: float. They are very good at floating and diving, and make a whirring sound as they fly. They have a high piping song.
The range map is cool: https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Pigeon_Guillemot/maps-range.
The sun light at the library lights the bark up and makes it magical.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
You know what?
I want to get remarried. Add that, Beloved, to me wanting someone to love and to love someone.
Commit, damn it.
And that is what I now want. Thank you recent ex for showing me what I want.
I want to be myself from the start.
I want to notice bullshit and walk away before we get involved.
I don’t want to be controlled, I don’t want to control, I want a partner.
I don’t want to be enabled, I don’t want to enable, I want mutual respect and caring.
I am not your shrink, you are not my shrink, and if one of us needs a shrink, we should find one.
I want to notice lies and walk away before we get involved.
I want to speak up if you tell me lies, or I want to back away for good.
I want to be loved and I want to love. By the same person, damn it.
Hear my prayer, Beloved. Hello, universe. Here I am.
More flowers from our library.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Purple and pink and blue and light. Good morning!
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: purple.
Taken at our library yesterday.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
The tent in the center is mine. I took this two days ago as soon as I had it set up. The big deal is that pulmonary rehabilitation is WORKING.
My friend B from the east coast invited me to hike with him and two other friends. They were going up the Hoh River trail. The initial hike was five miles and then camp. They will go up to Glacier Meadows.
I looked the hike over. The first five miles starts at around 500 feet and stays near the river and fairly level. I bought a pass for the campsite and loaded my pack. I took the pack to pulmonary rehab on Monday and carried it on the treadmill. I went for 25 minutes at 3mph, loaded. My heart rate went to 110 (normal at rest is 60 to 100, though mostly cardiologists don’t care if it’s below 60 unless bad symptoms or heart block) and above, but I held my oxygen sats. I decided I could GO! We met in Port Angeles and then drove up. We didn’t start hiking until 3:30pm but got to the campsite, ate and set up tents.
The next day I hiked back alone. A couple coming in stopped me and said, “There is a bear. It went up a tree when we saw it.” The next trio said that the bear was on the ground and seemed undisturbed. I had my whistle out and kept hiking, a little cautious. I did not see a bear.
As I reached the parking lot, I reread the signs. “Cougar area, hiking alone not recommended.” Oh. Well, but I really was rarely alone. I counted the people hiking up and there were 147 in that 5 mile stretch. Some out for day hikes, some with packs headed to Glacier Meadows or beyond, some with almost no equipment.
Anyhow, I am so delighted that my lungs have recovered enough to hike! I don’t think they are ready for altitude and the climb to Glacier Meadows. Maybe by next summer. Hooray for lung pizazz!

https://www.nps.gov/olym/planyourvisit/hoh-river-trail.htm
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: pizazz!
Do mermaids go on vacation? I think they would come up rivers and explore. Lie around on the banks and talk about the ocean and whales and fish and annoying tourist boats.
I took this yesterday on the Hoh River.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: mermaid.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
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