weekend wanderings

“The rain to the wind said,
You push and I'll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged--though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.”
—Robert Frost

A few days of rain are OK. A few more make me anxious and antsy (and why I could never live in the beautiful Pacific NW). I entertained myself around the house for a bit: looking at the weeping cherry tree blossoms, all the weeds this rain will make sprout how I won't have to water for awhile, staying positive. That didn't last long.

blossoms dampened

rarrr!

Then I worked on a recent craft project: making pretty little tags. I have way too many craft projects, this one came about because a friend gave me a little tag she bought. I loved it. I could have ordered a couple more. Instead I decided MAKE ALL THE THINGS and bought all the stuff to make them myself. For way more money than just buying a couple more. But highly entertaining.

make and label all the things!

The rain went from torrential to just drizzly, and I figured the trail was a slippery mess but put on my waterproof shoes anyway and headed out. And found my long lost friends! Orange, amphibian friends! Love that every year they return and make walking along the canal a careful trek.

river filling up

hey dude, where ya going?

look at that face!

wait, come back!

see ya later

I could stay out all day playing with the salamanders (carefully, they're sturdy but still little guys. They're also highly toxic, but only if you injest them!). I also found a trove of mushrooms, but have no idea about the varieties, so won't be picking any of those anytime soon. Just at the end of the walk, the sunset broke through the clouds. Hope on the horizon.

canal and trail panorama

mmmm, now I want pizza.

sunset breaking through gray clouds