Three Steps and Two Blinks of an Eye

The cottonwoods stand out now,  making the difference between the light green of the alder and billowy yellow of the cottonwood leaves obvious. We see this now as we scramble up the mossy rocks that lead to the bluffs overlooking the North Fork of the Stillaguamish River valley. I hold tight to my son’s hand,…

Cattails

My son runs ahead of my husband and I on a thin path that trails off into mudflats. We’ve  parked along a narrow road that stops abruptly in front of a dike. We cannot see the water but we can see, just barely, the tops of cattails.  We have come here, to the Skagit River…

Summer

These days are golden. Or that’s what I tell myself as we head to the river. It’s what I told myself in June or May even, before school was out, the day we drive down to the bay to buy oysters. The day we sit in sunshine and eat cinnamon rolls in the afternoon for…