Walk into town with me

The sun came out in the afternoon. Knowing that rain would soon follow I put on my walking boots and headed into town. Down through the neighborhood, you may recognize as it rarely changes.

Although there is a "new" bike in the yard where my friend has a tiny apple orchard and a prehistoric mystery plant that comes up, on its own, in a different location in the yard every year. And every year she exclaims "What the fuck is that?"
 

The trans and LBGQ with all of the other initials- are also well represented through the neighborhood. Banners and flags, signs and memorials have sprouted in yards. 

As usual spring has a difficult labor. It was winter the night before, freezing , rain, frost, and wind, shaking things up and off of the branches. 

Petal confetti.

The path leading to town took me right into the middle of  a celebration on the street. A street party -beer and wine, dancing, dogs, and music. I have not seen this many people in Fairhaven for , what is it now, three years? Immunity is up but the virus keeps mutating and folks are still becoming ill from it.  Nothing like the old days though- the existential  terror  has no power over us.Thank you Dr. Fauci and all of the geniuses behind the jab.

There were more dogs in tow than people at the street party. I love this one especially, and at first thought it to be a
Brittany spaniel. She is an English setter. Lovely breed. The only thing about both Brittany and Setter is that they need at least an hour (longer preferably) a day of outdoor running/play/bird chasing exercise. They are curious and get bored, so if the human is not up to intense exercise, the dog will find a way to take the house down.

Walking along- J/J/ Donovan has acquired a new hat. A really nice one! Hand knit out of the softest wool ever. It looks newly made and was tempting to take - I did not, but the thought occurred.

J.J. Donovan built  RR  access to get coal for another county to Bellingham or visa versa. It is a pleasant enough statue. I like that he is holding a letter to his wife.

_The statue includes a replica of an actual letter from J.J. Donovan to his wife Clara.  In the letter, J.J. is describing the four towns on Bellingham Bay:  Fairhaven, Bellingham, Sehome and Whatcom.  The town of Bellingham would soon become part of Fairhaven later that year.  In 1904 a City of Bellingham would be formed when Fairhaven and Whatcom were consolidated._

There are three statues sitting around Fairhaven, and a large mural that takes up the entire side of a building, the artist painted himself into the mural at street level.  Startlingly real!

A good portion of the mural is painted  as a white screen where, in the summer, people sit on the green and watch movies for free.

I lived in Fairhaven well  before gentrification and so preferred the old Fairhaven!It is an entirely different place now, with money and glitz, way too many tourists and now GD parking meters!! That is the final straw!

The phone box in dire need of attention and repair, still stands where it has always been. I think it is now just a pee box. It used to have a pay phone in it that functioned well and could call 911 if needed. One day we were having lunch outside on the grass , one of the little kids went into the box and damned if she did not call 911 repeatedly.  After that they took the phone out and it became the pee box it is now. I would love to rescue it, put it in the garden for the raccoons.

Walking on, by the bay. Geese have come to boss around the ducks and gulls,and to leave massive poos on the silt. 

But aren't they cute?

Walked up through Maggie's yard, full of blossoms. they do not last a very long time but in early spring they are a welcome sight! after no color at all, just long grey misty blah days suddenly - PINK!

 

 

 

Already petals  are falling downhill into the ditch. Seems that the flowers are so brief- their only purpose is to decorate the ditch.

Delicate little fairy boats.

By the time I got back into the kitchen the sky was as pink as Maggie's blossoms. Gorgeous  above our blossoming plum. The plum was a birthday present for Erik when he was 8 years old. He will be 36 in a few days!

So, that was a day in the life . A very good April greeting with massive poos, music on the street, petals in the ditch. Another lovely walk.