|Frost tries out the keyboard on a visit to Google|
|Sizing up the snow on Hurricane Ridge (see below)|
The spring in Seattle is glorious. Gardens don't typically have a front fence so generally much effort goes into the presentation of these areas. Azeleas, bluebells, daffodils, magnolias, rhododendrons, lavenders are in full bloom. I love the architecture of the homes here. Wren is very happy to come on a walk, actually he scoots and I walk with the reluctant Beezle dog.
I have been here for two weeks and Shannon has been diverted from her normal busy routine.
|Shannon has not been diverted from her vegetarianism despite|
repeated servings of salmon
We started with three days on the Olympic Peninsula which is a story in itself. I love the way Seattle is surrounded by mountains. They are still snow covered and one stream running into the sea that we had to cross was bitterly cold. Birds are everywhere at the moment and Wren is becoming a spotter. In his new diary I had to write, 'i saw a hawk' and while reading to him he spotted a yellow warbler out the window. He notes the Stellar's Jay as we walk our road. From little interests like this kids can build a life long interest. wren is a highly imaginative child. He loves the backyard basketball court and plays imaginative battles there quite on his own. On the wild Olympic beaches, the driftwood took on many shapes to him, mostly of them forms of battle weapons.
|Wren tries out a driftwood "rhino gun" on a long beach walk|
|Fisi the Hyena who is always causing trouble|
|My (Anne's) original copy of the Singing Chameleon from 1952 (she was 5 years old too!)|
Each day has new excitement. Yesterday Shannon and I took out their new Indian style canoe on lake Washington. Wren came, sitting in the middle. It was a perfect warm calm day and all the birds were busy. Wren spent his time catching water lilies, counting the great blue herons we paddled past and enjoying his 'padkos'. He even tried to help paddle but was confused as to how to actually help without depositing scoopfuls of water on my lap.
|Wren on Lake Washington in the canoe|
|Wren called the trip "the 13 great blue herons" because we saw so many|