In all the years that we lived in Yakima, I seldom walked on the Green Way. (It was too far away.) Now, since we are less than a mile from it, I have been using it on the days that I don't go to the fitness center.
The other day, as I was walking, I was also thinking of all the things I could write about.
I could write about the nice breeze that keeps me cool that is perfumed with many wild roses growing along the path. These remind me of the wild roses that grew along the creek bank just outside our back door when I was a kid.
Or I could write about all the wild yellow irises that are blooming. We had wild purple ones on the ranch.
Or I could write about the many birds that I have heard and seen. To name a few: robins, quail, black birds,
and osprey. I have seen them, with their white chests, closer than this.
I have also seen a blue heron but wasn't able to get his picture.
I could also write about the mother duck trailed by six little puff balls.
Or maybe I should write about the smell of creosote as I walked under the train overpass, which reminded me of the smell of the docks in the San Juan Islands on a hot day.
Maybe I should write about the many ponds that are all along the green way where sometimes a fish jumps, reminding me of the irrigation ponds that my dad built and had to stock with fish for my mother's enjoyment of fishing.
I could write about how hot it has been and that the Naches and Yakima rivers are full, so full and swift that the kayak portion of the Gap to Gap race, held last Saturday, had to be canceled.
Maybe I should write about the great play ground that is located along the path. I think all of my kids played on it as teenagers. That was okay since it wasn't built until they were older. (That is my turn around point if I go south east.)
I could also write about the things that make me chuckle, such as the biker who passed me, wearing a lime green shirt. On the back was stamped, "Gang Green."
Or I could write about the two young twenty something year old kids, that I was following, who were carrying fishing poles, tackle, food and drinks from a parking lot to one of the ponds. It was obvious that the tall thin one was giving the other one a hard time. They were both wearing shorts, but the shorter one had on the kind that the kids like to wear down low, almost off their bottom. He was having a hard time keeping them up and would every now and then lift his knees high and to the side. One time he did set his things down and pulled them back up. I got closer, and they saw me behind them. I think he was embarrassed to stop again and pull them up, so he had a tight grip on the front of them. As I passed them I heard the one say, "Well, if you would wear a belt...."
Since I can't decide which to write about, I will just say that yes, the scenery and entertainment is better than the fitness center.
The brick follows the picket fence.
The brick has some iron in it and is dark, ranging from burgundy to navy blue when it is wet. The surface is rough so it is hard to see where the bricks meet.
This was our job.
However, once the guys were done, we girls were anxious to see what the stones would look like by the garden gate. So we went to work. Chipping cement.
Marking the area.
Then taking out the sod, dirt, and many, many rocks. It is a gravel bed.
We got the bed prepared and started to lay the stone with the help of Bob. It is like putting together a puzzle without exact edges.
and osprey. I have seen them, with their white chests, closer than this.
I have also seen a blue heron but wasn't able to get his picture.
