Life's a Stitch

On the Camino de Santiago the walk was kept interesting by moving forward and noticing the changes in geography and the sights as we crossed the north of Spain. Never the same thing twice. Covid walking in the same general area, over and over, has me noticing more subtle differences, the smells of breakfast, the change in seasons.

Is started last spring when I walked through the cherry blossoms. 

Summer brought bunnies and blossoms:

Then there was fall. The morning birds fell silent and the trees performed their last show of the year in preparation the grey and wet of winter. 

Pacific Northwest winter – descriptions from recent weather reports, all referring to rain: a beast of a storm, an atmospheric river, a pineapple express. Most days, no matter how bad, have periods of dryness, enough for a walk. If not, I have my stationary bike, circa early 2000's. I'm glad I kept it.

Truthfully, it’s not all gloom, there are sunny winter days here:

And today, the harbinger of spring – snowbells blooming. I had to come home and paint them.