It’s another beautiful day along the Hamlet. Birds are singing and most every plant is in bloom. Spring in Puget Sound has been slow in coming this year, but 50 degree weather looks to be a constant as the final week of March comes to an end.
For those of you not familiar with The Hamlet, it is not a small village or a Shakespearian tragedy where the king of Denmark is murdered by his brother Claudius. The Hamlet is a community of folks that live along Hammersley Inlet, a body of water that feeds into the Port Of Shelton, which is located in western Washington State. In fact Shelton is considered the western most city in Puget Sound.
AvNell and I have called this area home for nearly three years now. We enjoy it here. The mild winters, the less than scorching summers, and the beauty of the fall colors against an ever present sea of green towering spruce, pine, fir, and hemlock are awe inspiring.
From underneath the cover of the pergola, we sit and watch the birds that fly in and out of the shadows…jays, crows, robins, with other smaller birds darting back and forth from the safety of leafy vegetation. Occasionally a large seagull strays from the ever-changing tides of the inlet and cuts across the sky like a low flying 727.
But Spring by far is my favorite season. Every year we get a chance at a new beginning…and I need it. I look forward to the rebirth that nature provides, and now more than ever. I will turn 65 this year. It’s a mile stone of sorts and along with it comes the ever present reminder that my days, months, and years are numbered. Anyone who fails to heed the warnings and read the signs is ignorant or has been self medicating and is obliviously naive to the proverbial writing on the wall.
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