I was just looking out the window while sipping on a cup of hot tea, enjoying the view that pretty soon will be all but taken away forever by 2200 Westlake. On a day that started in the high twenties it is about 51f by us and I can already see a few sailboats on Lake Union with a blue sky as clear as can be.
A beautiful day to be out and about, enjoying President's Day holiday, going out for a little retail therapy, a bite at any of our many fabulous eateries and even have a toast to the fact that flu season is almost over.
For the past week or so the weather here could not have been lovelier. Dry, cold but sunny and with what already seems like a tad longer days of beautiful light and various shades of blue with gorgeous sunsets added for good measure.
Spring is all but around the corner but on afternoons such as these it feels it is already here, amongst us. Mount Rainier and Mount Baker are looking splendid and even with below normal snow levels they still look as glorious and magnificent as ever.
While we go about our week in this beautiful city, please take a moment to admire the generous and awe-inspiring mountain views from our highways, enjoy the sights of Lake Washington while we cross them on I-90 and 520, pick up some fresh produce or shellfish at the market, sip on some of the best coffee in the country and count your blessings if you live around here. We truly have it good.
Which brings me to the following email from a reader of this blog. I found it so moving I requested permission to share it with all of you.
"Subject: I'm at a loss for words
I'm a resident of Issaquah and an habitué of farmer's markets and my local one in particular. The life and beauty and color and most especially the barely shielded numinous exuberance of life just fills me emotionally each time I visit a market. You can't imagine the pleasure I had tonight looking at the pictures of the farmer's markets you've posted in your albums. I thank you for those.
Unfortunately I travel much of the time; right now I'm living in a basement flat in a village outside of Zurich where it's cloudy, cold, foggy, and not overly pleasant. I'll be here for another month; and I'll be here again for several more months in the middle of the farmer's market season. So your pictures made me homesick both now and again for the future times when I will be away this summer as well. Quite a feat for you, really. But I thank you for that too: because of looking at these images now, during deep winter, the fruit will be sweeter, the flowers will be more brightly drenched with color, and the sun will cast a warmer glow when next I get the chance to enjoy those wonderful days of spring and summer at the market.
Oh for spring again; these dark and dreary days can't go by fast enough. I may have to stop by the Pike Place market on the way home from the airport just to get a refill.
Thanks again. Count me as a regular reader of your blog from now on. Perhaps we'll see you at the Issaquah market next summer, camera in hand!"
And to all of you out there who continue to share your comments and emails with me, thank you and keep them coming. Please know I read all of them--even when it takes me a while to reply--and thank you for each and every one of them. Viv