Window Thinking
This morning I was making coffee in the kitchen when I heard Ethan flipping light switches in the next room. A little bit later he came to the kitchen and grumbled, “These lights are weird. I can never figure out which switch turns on which light.” My thoughts EXACTLY. Recently I’ve noticed my irritation when …
Last night I walked down the hill to watch the 9:30p sunset. We have more than 15 hours between sunrise and sunset now and all the recent long days of “warm” sunshine have gone a long way toward melting out the lingering piles of snow. Yesterday was the first day that the Anchorage snow cover …
After 28 days in a row with no measurable precipitation, snowflakes were drifting in the air while Ethan was getting ready for school last Tuesday morning. There’s been snow on the ground (and often in the air) the majority of his fifth grade year now. We had some snow come and go in November, but by December, the snow was …
After 3 weeks of August rain, the sun finally came out! We spent the gift on a hike up Mt. Baldy on Sunday. We’d been there once before as a family – in fact, Baldy was our first Alaska mountain hike. On July 14, 2013 I wrote a Google+ post that went like this: Yesterday we hiked up …
One day, Little Sal went with her mother to Blueberry Hill to pick blueberries….. One day, the Searls boys went with their parents to Arctic Valley to pick blueberries….. We hiked here as a family last September and made plans to return during blueberry season. This is that season! I’ve heard that people hold their favorite berry patches close and don’t share their secrets …
With 3.23 inches of rain this past month we made #10 in the list of Anchorage’s top 10 wettest Julys on record. (Average = 1.83 inches) We ate soup for dinner Monday night. It wasn’t our first soup dinner this month. David talked about how cold it was working out in the field as it poured down rain …
The wonder of the world, the beauty and the power, the shapes of things, their colors, lights, and shades; these I saw. Look ye also while life lasts. This. Quoted from an old gravestone in Cumberland, England, and used as the final text in Frank C. Craighead, Jr’s book For Everything There Is A Season: The …
In the seemingly endless grey days of a typical Portland winter I struggle with seasonal affective disorder and a few winters ago I began using this lamp to help me cope. Needless to say, when we moved to Alaska I packed it with an anxious eye toward the infamous short days ahead. In the heart of our …