A trip to the Shilshole Bay Marina was the perfect end to a pleasant yet seemingly busy week. Sadly, given I do not possess a yacht (or any other mode of water transportation) we settled for strolling along the railing peering over the edge to the depths of the murky Puget Sound below us. In our midst stood a memorial dedicated to the Nordic history of the Ballard neighborhood, complete with a larger than life statue of Leif Ericson, the revered Norse explorer. Highlight of the escapade: a small tugboat branded Corkie. A fitting name for a spunky little vessel.
"What's that thing? I said. O, that's an oar, he said, in case we hit a calm stretch & we decide we need more excitement & also it's good for slapping sharks". storypeople
saturday we meandered through the UW campus to soak in the spectacle of the cherry blossoms. the quad was abustle with tourists and students hoping to capture the short window of bloom before the trees are lush with green. it was whimsical.
"How do you know? she said & the answers fell like feathers, or the first snowflakes of November, Light & without words I looked in her eyes & smiled. You just know, I said"
my love affair with scones continues. we spent a lovely sunday morning enjoying the delights of Macrina with a crowd of queen anne residents. chai. latte. orange. currents. hazelnuts.
"For a long time there were only your footprints & laughter in our dreams & even from such small things, we knew we could not wait to love you forever"storypeople.