On the water the story for February is quite different. There are days when you don't go out - you pump the boat instead. If you do row out you assign a bow-watch for logs as you churn through the brown Puyallup slip flowing into the bay. On the last Monday of the month, we are just grateful to be out, the clouds overhead and the brisk wind do not matter too much - for the WOWers are doing what we ough'ter.
February 10, 2020
February 17, 2020
Sunshine and clouds and wind and wave
February 24
We were the only ones on the water for quite some time.
Did someone say "cookies?"
One more time at the steering oar... before Oh Happy heads for dryer lands.
We know change happens.
It is inevitable.
In fact after a period of darkness we desire it.
We love the signs of green growth and white puffy clouds.
And yet, there is a sadness with letting go -
the times by the fire, the layers of rain suit and wool
keeping you warm as the brisk winds whip your hair
and push you backwards.
The times are a changing...
are we ready for it?
What will March bring?
Did someone say "cookies?"
