Pastoral and a Cascade Peak

We now own a patch of land on Whidbey Island. The setting is pastoral. Gabe, Lydia, and Sheba have room to run and roll in the lawn daisies and dandelions. Friends of the family came to visit us, and I heard the word "bucolic" several times. I looked it up, "From the Latin word, bucolicus, cowherd: of or relating to herdsmen: PASTORAL: relating to rural life." Yes, that fits! We have the neighboring herd of black angus grazing in our sweeping view of the wetlands inland of the bay. The cows and calves were herded up this week for different pasture while we were there.

The neighboring farm, so tidy and serene. We could be on Prince Edward Island, for you Anne of Green Gables fans.

Mountains! Mountains have been part of the fabric of our lives. Mt St Helens, Mt Adams, Mt Hood, Mt Rainier, the Olympics, and now we make our home with the sunrise behind Mt Baker and the evening glow over its white flanks.

Apple Blossoms and Lawn Daisies

Blooming trees and pasture...

Old Orchard

Gabe and Lydia's dream of an apple orchard was fulfilled on Whidbey. An old orchard has long been neglected, but is in full bloom. We should be home there when the fruit begins to fall.

Below, Tirza likes to sit and watch the cows.

Salvaging

Here the Moms are salvaging blue bell bulbs from the demolition area (garage/barns) and transplanting them in the garden bed on the interior barn board wall between the house and garden shed/well house.

Looking through passage way to Northeast, Dugualla Bay.

Below: My mom loves to haul away garbage!

Future Home

Did I ever dream a white picket fence and a weeping willow would usher you into my front door? Here is a sneak peak of our home in Whidbey.