The mountains, ocean, shells, time-polished sandstone, fascinating tide pools filled with busy and productive miniature world meet you at reception; it’s amazing what medley of things you'll find when you go out for a shoreline adventure.

We needed the tonic of wildness… that land and ocean is indefinitely wild. We can never have enough of nature. In youth, I pinned this down in Geography map, all I ever wanted was an earth without maps.

The weather is starting to cool down. The leaves will begin to transform to beautiful red, yellows, and oranges. Welcome Autumn!

The high mountains were calling, where eagles circle above and the cold blue ocean flows, the time of the day, the beholder's frame of mind, or any one thing, can effectively change their appearance of immense vistas. Time had aged the mountain but the beauty of the earth is never dead.

There was always a garden connection with my Grandpa. I remember how we use to dig soil for hours and hours. Gardening is in my blood. Fortunately, that blood reached all the way to my green thumb. I pretty much adore anything I plant. How I wish I could make plant grow faster. I dream of someday having a farm where I can go out and harvest my lettuce and spinach and cherry tomatoes for a salad for dinner.

Rainbows and butterflies, cattails and dandelions, waterfalls and rainforests, puppy dogs and dragonflies, sea foam and orcas, sunshine and comets, chilliness and icicles, wildflowers and prairie grass. The sun shines hot and the wind blows cold. It is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. It's a helluva start! What a strange thing to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.