How lucky are we that we live in Bellingham and raise our kids here? Lucky enough to enjoy SEASONS. I woke up yesterday and yelped, "It's snowing!" with childish enthusiasm and began shoving Archer's limbs into a ridiculous amount of warm clothing. Out the door and into the chilled winter wonderland for his first experience with snow!
I am actually seeing the wonders of each season through the eyes of a child again; having Archer join us in late February has given us the opportunity to pay attention to the local landscape as it changes each month. I remember walking with Archer through neighborhoods this Spring just as he was learning to reach out to touch the swatches of airy blossoms and new green growth sprouting up and out from each branch and patch of dirt. Then came the high sunshine of summer (seems like it just barely made it to "warm" this year, never "hot" -- such is Bellingham, I guess) and a regular frequenting of Fairhaven's fountain park and Padden's cool shores. Of course, summer always ends too soon in this part of the world, but autumn brought crunchy piles of fallen leaves to sink into and play, not to mention the yummy squash and apples just in time for Archer's first taste of solid foods. And yesterday, the piece de resistance, a spectacular dusting for snow angels and tasting.
