April has come, and will be gone in less than an hour. I’ve started writing about the newest additions to our household, and the springtime farmers markets, but haven’t managed to finish anything. All I have to offer you right now is 30 photos, one taken each day of April. I hope you enjoy them.
Does doing something two New Year’s Eves in a row makes it a tradition? If so, we have a tradition: trekking out to Ballard’s Golden Gardens beach to stand, shivering, beside a bonfire with a few friends. We aren’t the only ones doing this; both last year and tonight, all of the fire pits we could see were aglow. There’s something about making a fire on the edge between earth and water, between one year and the next, that appeals to everyone: couples, families, groups of friends young and not-so-. Some groups were clearly there for the evening. We would have stayed longer, but these dancing flames were no match for the wind chill. Home we came, then, our clothes smelling of salt wind and woodsmoke, to the mundane pleasures of baking, and Diana Krall singing What are you doing New Year’s, New Year’s eve? on youTube.