I want to share my neighborhood with you.
Shall we hop on our bikes and go?
At the end of the road we trudge up the banks of the dike and ride along the Skagit River...
We stop to pick up windfall apples to feed the horses, and cycle on.
On past rolling farms...
... fields of drying hay...
... and barns beautiful enough to be in a magazine.
The farmland is so rich with promise in the height of summer.
Oh, the beauty of corn ripening...
... wheat warm in the Northwest sunshine...
... and workers picking blueberries in the fields.
We head for home, past beautifully simple farmhouse gardens.
Doesn't it seem like we've walked right into painting after painting?
This must be one of the loveliest places on earth, humble and common and unbelievably beautiful.
Now we're almost home.
We round the corner...
What beauty there is right at home in our own little corner of the world.
