The original plan was Guemes Island (for to spend some time with the lovely Nelly)...but then,of course, it bucketed. It was gray and oh-so-wet when we woke up...and I cannot deny that it was a little bit pleasant to lay in my bed for ten minutes and listen to the rain beating against the windows. Is Lynden rain different?
So we stayed in our pijamas and had coffee and scones with the family. As soon as those little mini scones came out of the oven I felt very affirmed in my choice.
Being that the North West is the way it is, it cleared up and got beautiful. So after a wonderful lunch of Russian Dumplings in Bellingham, we had a chilly walk by the water, before packing back to our Emerald City.
(Picture from Peter's
blog!)
* * *
To walk is by a thought to go;
To move in spirit to and fro;
To mind the good we
see;
To taste the
sweet;
Observing all the things we
meet
How choice and rich
they be.
To note the beauty of the day,
And golden fields of corn
survey;
Admire each pretty
flow’r
With its sweet
smell;
To praise their Maker, and to
tell
The marks of his
great pow’r.
To fly abroad like active
bees,
Among the hedges and the
trees,
To cull the dew that
lies
On ev’ry
blade,
From ev’ry blossom; till we
lade
Our minds, as they
their thighs.
Observe those rich and
glorious things,
The rivers, meadows, woods,
and springs,
The fructifying sun;
To note from
far
The rising of each twinkling
star
For us his race to
run.
A little child these well
perceives,
Who, tumbling in green grass
and leaves,
May rich as kings be
thought,
But there’s a
sight
Which perfect manhood may
delight,
To which we shall be
brought.
While in those pleasant paths
we talk,
’Tis that tow’rds which at
last we walk;
For we may by degrees
Wisely proceed
Pleasures of love and praise
to heed,
From viewing herbs
and trees.
- Thomas
Traherne
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