Martin Luther King, Jr. Day Illustrated


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“Darkness cannot drive out darkness. Only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.” Martin Luther King, Jr.

“Carve a tunnel of hope through the dark mountain of disappointment.” Martin Luther King, Jr.

Brought to you by today’s sunrise from Three of Earth Farm







Adventure Log: Nisqually Delta


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I have taken my sweet time honoring my promise to myself to log more winter adventures, but I took the first step today. It was a nearby destination; just up I-5 to the Nisqually National Wildlife Refuge. I hadn’t even quite finished my 16-ounce latte when I arrived. I left home before dawn, hoping for a sunrise; but there was no color this morning (nor sun, until I got home), but it didn’t matter.




The Delta is comprised of nine unique habitats: the Nisqually Flats, shrub, coniferous forest, freshwater marsh, salt marsh, open saltwater, rivers and creeks, mixed grasslands, and riparian woodland. Dikes and boardwalks provide limited access to the eight square miles of the Refuge.







I beat the crowds for a ringside view of bathing and breakfast for some of the 200 species of birds that visit the Refuge over the course of the year.

Did I see a thousand geese? If you count the cacophonous announcing of unseen presence, I surely did. Too bad you can’t take an audio photo.





I wish I knew the names of all the ducks, perhaps a new mission is to learn them. Here’s a start.




Upside Down Duck


American Widgeon


Charlie’s Angels

The sweet sandpipers and the brilliant white gulls. How do they stay so clean?




The Great Blue Heron. Really, is there a more cool bird? Certainly none better dressed. Or more photogenic.




How the Great Blue got its name.

And a special treat, seen through my zoom lens and only because of the birdwatchers who have super human spotting abilities: a Great Horned Owl.



I didn’t get the sunrise today; and the ebbing tide—halfway between high and low when I got there—revealed more mud, less water, than I had hoped for. I’ve never been there at high tide. But the Refuge is only a latte away; I can visit again and again. Once a month sounds about right. I’ll be watching the tide table and the forecast.


Notes from Three of Earth Farm


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#Not Ready for Spring

It’s been a soggy January, but the Pacific Northwest does not disappoint: there are always some spectacular mid-winter days. This is the weekend. The forecast today was 59 balmy degrees.

I cleaned the roof, utilizing my new ladder. Abandoned splitting wood, couldn’t do it even with my new ax, and hauled more small stuff down from the woods up the hill instead. Since I was up there, I cleaned out the frozen chard in the garden and the dead pineapple sage and pulled weeds out of the root vegetable bed.

It was a lovely day, and it was good to be outside; but I am not ready for spring yet. My cocoon is still cozy and my wings aren’t ready to fly. Besides, I have fire wood. But there’s another day of sunshine, and I’m not working this one. Tomorrow I’m going on a wee adventure: sunrise (?) at Nisqually Wildlife Refuge. The rain returns on Monday.





Worried Sick

There’s a new post on Daughter on Duty

Over the past few days, I bought supplies for my sick sister and took her a care package with homemade soup and other goodies, wrote a sympathy letter for my mother to the husband of her friend Eleanor who died, and another to the family of a dear woman from my past life. A friend was in the ER for the second time in three weeks and another is still recovering from knee surgery. The father of the childhood friend I wrote about here died two weeks ago, and one of my favorite people at the Manor died last Tuesday. It’s been a week that could incite the heartiest souls to worry about tomorrow.

Keep reading here.


Notes from Three of Earth Farm


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Laura and Chris stayed at my Airbnb for six days after Christmas. Chris was an attorney in Alaska until he got tired of it. He bought a boat in Portugal, and met Laura who’s from Belgium. They got married. A true love and a boat in one trip to Portugal. Interesting things happen when you jump off the merry-go-round.

They’ve been traveling the seven seas—or some of them anyway. They left the boat moored in Panama for the winter and flew to Centralia to look at a piece of land they might buy and live on. A far cry from sailing the world you might say, but this is a pretty sweet place to live.

It’s also a beautiful place to visit. You can find me here if you are coming to this great little corner of the country.