07/22/2026
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The baby robins have fledged. Yesterday they stepped out of the nest looked down with their last good bye and when I wasn’t looking all four flew and were gone. I feel so privileged that they choose to be born and grow upon my front porch. It felt like I was being let in on a deeper level to the wonders of living upon this earth.
A young bear came by to check the compost, he looked over at me with some disappointment at the choices available and meandered off up the hill, black coat shining in the sun.
The apricots have begun to fall from a wild tree, that grows finding it own way. The apricots are freckled and when you gather them from the ground they are perfect for cake and jam, juicy, tart, sweet.
The blueberries are plump and purple blue. The grandchildren wander down and pick, filling a bucket then filling themselves. I made waffles, spread with blueberries then drizzled with maple syrup. So delicious. Nala, the oldest great grand daughter said they made her “dance inside”.
It was a special day in an Okangan summer, complete with a swim and as I sat with Alexa on the beach an eagle flew into a pine tree above, an osprey flew north, the greebes called to each other as the mourning dove sang.
Just as I was writing the above, last week, Alexa called me to say the The Twisted Purl Yarn Studio had burnt.
Shock, Shock, Disbelief, Wow
My life had just taken another turn. I dressed got into the car and drove to Armstrong.
