I’ve always welcomed September — start of school, often the start of new jobs — and it appears our urban wildlife do too.
Weekends are for walking in our neighborhood, and we’ve been blessed recently with more wildlife.
Guess we’re all preparing for the rainy season.
The days are still hot enough for kids to play in the fountains in front of the public library, and for dogs to splash in the Sound. Just hearing them fills me with joy.
There’s a giddiness to this weekend, as we approach Labor Day. Some are complaining this is the end of summer, and they’re bracing for the cold, months away.
I’m just grateful to be walking for hours in bliss, soaking up the rays in 80˚ temps.
We walk and walk, exploring our neighborhood. Many seem to have left town for this long weekend.
(Friday’s traffic jams suggested this, so we’re not using our car at all for three days.)
Urban neighborhoods are quiet, except for the classic cars motoring through. We’re certain Washington must have more rebuilt muscle cars, hot rods and antique cars than any other state, because we see so many on the roads, especially in the countryside.
It’s so peaceful, we’re celebrating crickets chirping in the afternoon heat. It’s the sound of summer …
I keep a little camera tucked in my pack for these long walks, hoping we’ll see deer. Not this day — just squirrels and chipmunks and a few rabbits.
I’m celebrating each and every one, grateful for their company at the start of September.