wandering in

I am not dead, lost, mute, or mangled.

I just haven't had have much to say. My recovery from the knee surgery is slowing and I'm getting frustrated by having to cut back on my activity. Standing for any length of time takes its toll, which means loitering at the nurseries has to be minimized. That won't stop me from going to Whitney Gardens tomorrow and bringing home many beautiful rhododendrons, though.

hobbitt and I sat at the beach this evening and watched a group of four river otters lazily feeding in the kelp beds just off the tide line. It took them about 20 minutes to come the quarter mile down the beach to where we were sitting. A fog had rolled into the Admiralty Inlet, and Whidbey Island disappeared. A single very large seal stared at us for a while before vacating the premises to the otters. We were surrounded by mist, with brilliant sunshine occasionally breaking through just over the trees on the bluff.

If that doesn't take the edge off the day, I don't know what could.