Sitting around in Friday Harbor
A Lump of Moss.
On our recent trip to Friday Harbor, Constance went on a long walk that looped from the Biological Research Station, down to the rocky foreshore and back again. Her short wooden legs were glad of the occasional opportunity to rest on a lump of Moss or a handy tree.
A Perfect Root.
This swooping bit of exposed root was still attached to a living tree right next to a bit of eroding shoreline. Constance found a very comfortable spot to rest.
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A Flowering Sedum.
Constance admired the starry flower clusters and reddish succulent leaves.
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A tuft of grass.
This reminds Constance of the song “God Bless the Grass” by Malvina Reynolds.
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A little clamber up to a Douglas Fir branch.
The perfect spot for a little sit-down, and the fresh green growth is soft.
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A contemplative view.
Before starting back on the trail, Constance stopped on a rock overlooking the Salish Sea, and enjoyed a little peace and quiet.
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Quimper Hittys 
Nice to meet you Constance!
Hola, che, bienvenidos a Quimperhitty Kingdom.
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Nice to meet you Constance.
De Poeta y de loco, todos tenemos un poco.
Eso es muy cierto!
I have that same succulent plant, but it isn’t blooming yet. Cute photos!
I like the succulents as they are forgiving of my lax watering habits.
What a lovely post! Great photographs here, really wonderful expressions of the area!
The pictures are thanks to a fan of the Quimper Hittys who accompanied us on the walk through the woods…
It was a lovely walk, with a lovely girl 😉
I love the photograph of Constance in the tree root. She looks wonderful. This spread belongs in Hitty Vogue.
That one is my favourite too… as a little wooden doll, I think she was enjoying the sense of being back with her roots.
Ha! I’m sure she does. I wonder if the Hittys speak tree?
This is a polyglot family. Zipporah and Patience speak Linden only, and Rose speaks Birch. Constance, Tansy and Linnea speak both Linden and Birch, Eugenia speaks Arrayanes, Perdita speaks Palo Santo. Gracia speaks an unknown Argentinian tree, and the clones speak a garbled mixture of cotton, Pecan and Jurrasic Plant.
I bet it gets pretty wild when Hitty tempers flair, all those home languages rustling.
They are thinking of learning Entish (the Esperanto of Trees).
Fun! That second shot is very nice. I like the sense of scale.
I like that picture too, on a lot of levels.