• Pacific Coast, 2025

    It doesn’t really feel as if we are at home in Oregon until we spend a few days on the beautiful Pacific Coast. It is a yearly ritual.

    It was a busy summer at home this year, so our trip to check on the Ocean was later than usual. It was Mid-October before we were able to get away for a few days.

    So we missed the summery blue-sky cloudless summery beach days but there are no bad days at the Coast. And we were happy to be there for the onset of a huge storm — the ocean was wild! Spume from the wind-driven waves piled up against the rocky shores and looked almost like piles of snow!

    We walked well above the sea where it was safe — no wading along the wet sand or exploring tide pools this time.

    Our destination was the sweet little seaside village of Yachats, one of our favorite coastal areas. There are nice long perfectly safe walking paths with beautiful sea-views. It was only a bit windy on shore, but it didn’t rain until the morning we were leaving.

    We stayed at a funny little historical inn in above a restaurant that has served Yachats since 1929, when it was a speakeasy bar with rooms available for the purposes of its patrons . Now it’s an eclectic family-friendly place. Each of the inn’s rooms is uniquely themed and decorated. I love lodging that isn’t chain-hotel-same and The Travel Planner* is great at finding these unique places. It was a fun place to stay and to eat — walking that crooked staircase to breakfast each morning was well worth it! We had a “stretching-it” sort of ocean view from our room but we didn’t need a better one since the weather let us spend the days outdoors!

    On our way home, Autumn color and a few elk spotted at the Dean Creek preserve made a lovely end to our mid-week getaway.

    Thank you for finding FullTime-Life at our new location. I am happy to be back in Blogland.. This new page Recovering the Blog explains what happened. We’re getting ready right now our Winter cross-country migration to Florida. I look forward to visiting other photo-bloggers after we settle in for the season.

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    6 responses to “Pacific Coast, 2025”

    1. itsallaboutpurple

      so wonderful to see you again and read about your adventures. i thought i had lost you and am happy to reconnect. i have printed much of my blog over the years and i am so happy i have. wishing you a warm, wonderful holiday and a very healthy 2026!!

    2. Anonymous

      Dear Sally
      I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to comment but I have not been well and haven’t visited anyone, Your stay at the Oregan coast sounds so delightful and the area around the seaside village of Yachats looks lovey. Your photos show just how wild the sea can get and your accomodation feels like a wonderful experience,, unique and special.. cosy too. Lovely nature images that you took on your way home, and I so enjoyed getting back in touch Sally.
      All the best and a happy and healthy New Year.
      Sonjia.

    3. Bill

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    5. Lisa

      Looks like a great time at the coast 🙂

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  • Canby Dahlia Festival

    We’ve been back home in Oregon since the first of July. In real life we had an active summer — here in Blogland there’s a lot of missing time between the last full-time-life post and this one. Only partly because I almost lost my whole blog (side-bar). We didn’t learn about the shutdown until August, so the long absence is mostly because I took a digital detox break on purpose when we first got home and it dragged on a little longer than I’d planned. It’s good to be back — in Blogland as well as in real-life Oregon.

    I’ m still learning about WordPress, but one way to do that is to just dive in. I couldn’t stop taking pictures on this September outing, so the Dahlia Farm is it’s a good place to start.

    Canby is a small town less than two hours north of us, between here and Portland but (blessedly) off the freeway. Though not too far away for a day trip, this beautiful agricultural area is in a part of our home state where we haven’t spent much time. Last month we drove there to visit the family-owned Swan Island Dahlia Farm. It’s open to the public during the flower’s season and it was at its peak of perfection when we visited.

    Summer always goes so fast. We spent good, if bittersweet, hours seeing family, many of those at a different farm much closer to where we live. I have blogged often about that acreage just five miles from where we live. Although a huge part of our heart is missing whether we visit or not, our son-in-law continues to make us feel welcome. Of course, it is always a delight to see our Oregon son and daughter-in-law and our great-grandchildren (and their parents!) whether at their Granddad’s farm or at our house or at theirs. I’m never particularly good at taking people pictures which means there are always a lot of blank happy spaces in my blog. It was a good summer.

    Our son-in-law (whom I decided needed a break whether he knew it or not) went with us to Canby and I hope he enjoyed our company as much as we did his.

    Autumn is a beautiful season in the Willamette Valley and we’re glad to be at home for it as our full-time life continues.

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  • OUR FULLTIME LIFE

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    It is not so much the destination as the journey itself that matters.

    Welcome to the second version of our FullTime Life. We’re still making memories and still blogging about them.

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  • Around home, mostly

    Blue sky days have been rare the last couple of weeks, but on one pretty morning I saw some interesting wild-flowers in the wetlands across the street.  They were the tallest flowering plants I think I’ve ever seen.  I zoomed in on the flowers.  It’s easier to walk closer to the wetlands after the winter season because the RV lots along that side of the street are vacant.

     

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    I’m marginally better with bird ID than with wildflowers —  keep meaning to install that app.  I think the two ducks below are Lesser Scaups.

     

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    The Scaups were swimming  on Merritt Island Parkway last month.  We have been sticking closer to home this month.  It’s a busy time for us and the weather is iffy anyway.  The wet/rainy season is here and at the same time most days are very hot and humid.   Weather is different here.   The skies in the picture below are a good sample of what we’ve seen most days lately.  

     

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    It’s going to pour down any minute now! 

    You really don’t want to be outside in a Florida rainstorm.  It comes down in walls and  buckets and this time of year it comes with thunder and lightning.  And even though this  is our umpteenth season here, I never get used to the other thing about Florida rain.  Which  is that it can come down in those buckets and with all that noise for an hour or two and then suddenly just stop completely.  Then the sun comes out and you can’t even tell it rained.  The picture below is the calm after the storm.  It is taken from the end of the canal.

     

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    After the Rain

    There are a few people who live here year-round, but most are snowbirds who head to their home “up north” by April. The snowbird season is typically November through March.   We’re snowbirds too of course, but we come later and stay later than most.   Autumn is beautiful where we live in Oregon so we love being there then.   Late Spring is beautiful there too but grass-seed is a major crop and so it is also a hay-fever magnet.  We are thankful to skip allergy season as long as we can.

    Below is another memory from last month.  The osprey didn’t seem to be  impressed by the roseate spoonbill coming in for a perfect landing.

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    “When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light,  for your life,  for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living.  If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself.”

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  • Rabbit rabbit rabbit!

    Happy June!   An old superstition claims that if your first words on the first day of the month are 'Rabbit Rabbit Rabbit' you are guaranteed good luck for the next thirty days.  I don't think Bill was too impressed when I mumbled them early this morning, but he did return the greeting a little while later — so I think we're good to go.  (As long as I remember to avoid black cats and ladders and all those other superstitions I also don't really believe.)

     

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    This lucky bunny was snacking on grass growing on the canal walls — he hopped past while we were relaxing on our covered porch (called a Lanai here in Florida) enjoying the relatively cool evening temperatures. Our breeze  comes from the wall on the Canal side which is screened with one sliding window that opens to the outside.  But the grass and the rabbit were on the other end, so the picture is through the glass windbreak wall on that end.    I'm grateful to have this outdoor living area, especially on these long evenings. 

    Unexpected wildlife is a nice bonus.  Here's another close to home sighting:   

     

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    Coming back from a short evening stroll last week I spied these two Yellow-Crowned Night Herons patrolling the walk just across the Canal from our house.  We do see more birds in our neighborhood this time of year because most of the people are gone.

    We had a close wildlife encounter of another kind when we were away last month:

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    Why did the turtle cross the road?  Because he had help from a gallant rescuer.  Cars were backed up both ways along Merritt Parkway waiting for this turtle and the poor thing couldn't quite make up its mind whether to proceed or go back.  So Bill just jumped out of ours and very gently assisted it into the grassy verge along the beach.   He got thumbs up and smiles from quite a few drivers. There were no angry honks at all.  Sometimes faith in humanity is restored in unexpected ways.

     

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    Enjoy the Month — and Good Luck!

     

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  • We also saw …

     

    More bird sightings from our trip earlier this month.   But first  a picture taken  this week much closer to the Canal Cottage :

     

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    Royal Poinciana trees are in full bloom all over the area.  This one is in the swamp across the street from us.  It's very hot here right now and this bright and showy tree contributes to the tropical ambience.   A common name for this beauty is Flamboyant Tree which I think fits well. 

    And now back to our trip to the wetlands.

     

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    We spotted this adult Sandhill Crane with two juveniles as we started our second day's walk at Orlando Wetlands.  It's always a bit startling to see how big these birds are.   

    It was definitely family day at the park, because I spotted the tribe below almost as soon as we stepped onto the boardwalk.

     

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    Common Gallinules are not a rare bird, but they can be hard to spot because they nest and hide in the reeds and vegetation at the water's edge.  This pair obligingly took their family out for a morning swim just as we arrived.

     

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    The babies were so cute — it was hard to stop taking pictures.

    But soon they made it easy for me to move on as they headed back to their hidden home:

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    Bill got a bit tired of watching baby gallinules and had gone ahead a little way.   When I caught up,  he pointed out some birds I might  have missed.

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    The Great Blue Heron above and the Little Blue below were waiting patiently, but not for me.  Instead, like all Heron species, they were biding their time watching for the perfect meal to swim past.  I took advantage of their stillness.

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    Our trip  was exactly what we needed and the Canal Cottage was nice to come back to.    It's summer here for sure now, beautiful early mornings and long evenings  but hibernation time during the heat of the day.  Here are one day's skies, morning and evening:

     

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  • Bowls of Spoonbills

    We took a little mid-week getaway trip last week, staying in Titusville on what's known as Florida's Space Coast.  But we went to see the birds, not the rockets.  We spent most of two days walking in the Orlando Wetlands near the strangely named village of Christmas.  

     

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    Bowls of Roseate Spoonbills were everywhere.  (That really is the collective noun for groups of Spoonbills.)    I'm happy any time I even glimpse those beautiful pink wings.  On this trip they gave us more than glimpses.  

     

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    Great Blue Heron and habitat scenery, Orlando Wetlands

    "In the midst of chaos, find peace. In the midst of sorrow, find joy. In the midst of loss, find hope.” 

                                                                            Margaret Renkl, “Late Migrations: A Natural History of Love and Loss" 

     

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    Usually we see spoonbills foraging in shallow water.  They use that bill to sweep the water stirring  little fishes and insects up from the bottom.     So that bill (more spatula-shaped than spoon in my opinion)  is a  necessary survival feature, but it really isn't exactly what makes them so photogenic.  On this day they must have already eaten because all we saw were perched up above the water.  All the better to show off their color and wingspread.

     

     

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    A whole bowl of Spoonbills

    This was an accidental flight-shot, but I'm rather proud of it anyway.  I'm usually too slow on the button to catch that action.

     

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    Foraging Roseate Spoonbill (from an old post)

     

    We saw other birds on our two days of walking the Wetlands and  again on our Merritt Island drive-through  on our way home,  but they need their own future post.  These beauties somehow almost took over this one.

    Spending time in nature is a path toward calm and peace.    I'm grateful we were able to go there. 

     

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  • Coming back to happy

    Thank you for the kind thoughts  on my last  post.  They helped and continue to do so.   I wrote that very personal post during the weeks  we were in Oregon and  first  thought I was writing  just for  the two of us and maybe family.    (I don't keep a journal and really the blog has become the only writing format that feels comfortable.)  When we returned to our Canal Cottage, I realized I'd never be able to blog again if I didn't share that post first.   I really  had meant to close off comments, but I forgot to click that button and now I am glad  I did.  Good thoughts and especially the empathy really do help.   

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     I am working to collect small moments of joy  — really  always possible to find  and  becoming easier day by day.    I haven't stopped taking pictures and they remind me of those moments.       I've also been reading and collecting wisdom.  Because my attention span is short these days,  it is mostly in the form of appropriate quotations.   Those help too.

    In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life:  It goes on.

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    Grief starts to become indulgent, and it doesn't serve anyone, and it's painful. But if you transform it into remembrance, then you're magnifying the person you lost and also giving something of that person to other people, so they can experience something of that person.                                                                                                                                              Patti Smith                                                                                                                                                                                             

                       Mos3

    Find a place inside where there’s joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.

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    We were surprised one morning to see wild turkeys strutting their stuff right in front of our Oregon balcony — a decidedly non-wild urban area.  They are certainly adaptable birds.  
     

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    I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.  For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.                                                                                                                                                 Wendell Berry


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    The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keep out the joy

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  • Thoughts

    Our brave, bright, beautiful daughter died unexpectedly last week.  She was 65.  

     

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    Her spirit will live on through her loved and loving husband, three children and their spouses, six grandchildren, her brothers, and her parents. 

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    We are here in Oregon sharing hugs and tears and memories and gratitude with our dear son-in-law and grandchildren.  

    As the only daughter in a busy family with four children, Cyndi was a force of nature, seemingly born to manage and mother her brothers, cousins, and often half the neighborhood children.  She was a water baby who loved swimming, enjoyed hiking and skiing, was an honor roll student, and editor of the school yearbook.   She worked several different after-school and summer jobs and her favorite ones somehow always seemed to involve working with small children.  Her decision to study Early Childhood Education after graduation was almost a foregone conclusion.

     

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    Cyndi met her future husband while working one of those after-school jobs.  She and Jeff
    were partners in life and often in business as well for over  40 years.  They took classes, worked in their two businesses, raised three amazing, adventurous and resilient children and, in the course of time, were active and loving grandparents.    She was a mother figure to the many toddlers who came to the Day Care that they owned while their own children were young.  They were also dedicated foster parents to a number of children and later Cyndi served for several years as a teaching assistant in the public school system, working closely with special needs children. 

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    All of these accomplishments and more took place while she also dealt with the devastating up and down nature of MS, the chronic disease with which she lived for over 30 years.  She did not let her illness define her, always bounced back from the down times and lived life with joy.  For much of that time she made it possible for us to forget how hard she worked to stay well.  Only in the last couple of years did pain and exhaustion begin to overcome her resistance. 

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    She enjoyed the Oregon Coast, walks around the Lake near their home, some travel, even riding a motorcycle in earlier years.   Best of all, she loved her family life and raising her children in the country where she drove a wicked tractor over the back acreage!   She loved “playing” in their yard, was especially fond of spring flowers and wild birds.  

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    She loved being a grandmother.  She delighted in reading to her grands, teaching, playing, and just watching them grow, especially as they played in their grandma and grandpas big backyard out there in the country.  

    Our broken hearts will eventually heal but with lasting scars.  We will keep the good memories and remember that she is now free of pain.  

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    (this photo by Geoff Rainville, Cyndi's brother)   

    We have always loved her and we have always been proud of her and we always will be.   We are blessed to have been her parents.  

  • It’s a Jungle Out There…

    Not speaking metaphorically (at least not here on this blog)   – only about the great outdoors.  Specifically, several of our favorite nearby places to walk. They call them swamps or sloughs or just nature preserves around here, but they are about as close to a jungle as I'll ever get.  

     

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     It's beautiful and quiet out there, but it can seem a little closed in — almost claustrophobic, especially to anyone used to wide open spaces.  

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    But then you come to a clearing where the beautiful blue sky magically appears.   Bright and clear, even when you look down.

    And there are  birds .. everywhere if you pay attention:     

    Look up:  

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     There's a Florida Wood Stork looking like the King of the Hill!

    Look Across:

     

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    Spot something bright red through all the greenery … It's a Red-Bellied Woodpecker finding a meal in an almost fallen tree.

     

    Look Down:

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    A Green Heron patiently waits for dinner to swim by

    Once in a great while, I'm even able to identify some of the plant life:

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    These are Resurrection Ferns — the top row looking their best (from April last year) and in the second row  unresurrected  in February this year.  But they will come back — fittingly, right around Easter Time.

    Yes, our Jungles are full of life and beauty when you look for it.  

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    And of course if you're walking in the jungle,  you better be looking down for your own safety, eek: 

     

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    This is a Cotton Mouth, one of  Florida's poisonous snakes.   (We were actually on a Board Walk well above this sleeping creature. )  Too bad about the branch spoiling a perfect shot, but we certainly weren't about to move it.

    One more picture to end on a pretty note.   At first glance, Limpkins are an unassuming brown bird, but this close-up shot I think shows that they're quite handsome with their interesting feather pattern.  

     

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    I'm grateful to have there are quite a few places near us conserving nature and animal life.  I hope the work continues.

     

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