Heading up 9th. St., we always stop and pay our respects to this beautiful Madrona tree. I love to touch the smooth trunk, where the bark has peeled away. My friend Mike Saunders told me the story of a young woman who was given in marriage to a cruel man. As he began to tear off her robes she cried, "You shall not have me!" and turned into the Madrona tree. This is why her bark is always in tatters. Rani could care less about the story...she's busy sniffing a dozen other stories at the base of the tree. She just sniffs, preferring to do her "business" at home...I always carry my plastic bag though, just in case.
One of our favourite neighbours, just as we get to the top of the ridge, we call Eeyore. I know that's not very original and, truthfully, this lovely donkey always looks perky when we come by. Bringing a couple of carrots every once in a while seems quite neighbourly. Rani's not quite sure what to make of this friend.
I just love this sweet little fountain and my neighbour didn't mind me leaning over her fence to get a shot. There's no cookie-cutter yard-styling in Home!
I have a "thing" for garden gates and plan on doing a series of them at some point. I loved the gate-beyond-the-gate of this angle. Rani used to be scared to pass this yard because of three very enthusiastic dogs, but has learned to hold her head high and trot by now.
Finally, back home again, Rani climbs in Anna's recliner next to my desk and has herself a wee nap until her mama gets up. Meanwhile, nan hooks the camera up to the computer (while sweating and de-layering!) and shares the morning in cyberspace.