The garden still had some winter interest.
We went for a short walk on the beach. It felt great to be there.
But then I looked up and said "Tom, we've got to get back to the beach. Look!
We stopped at the top of the hill to take a photo. And then stayed on the beach to watch the colors change and finally fade.
This morning, Saturday, I awoke to a frosty wonderland. I wanted to go outside right then, but it was so cold!
By the time I did get out, the sun was already melting the frost wherever it touched, but there were still bejeweled treasures, in the garden,
and on the beach.
Oh, what a day this was going to be!
We were due in Langley for the Christmas parade, but first we took a short walk on the dike along the lagoon.
A hawk watched from high above.
The Great Blue Heron fished for his breakfast.
Peeps poked and probed the sand.
The Olympic Mountains rose above a distant ridge.
And then we were off to Langley. We enjoyed the view from the city plaza, along with Boy and Dog.
From there we could see the North Cascade Mountains in the distance.
We shopped for chocolate candles at the Chocolate Flower Farm shop.
The parade was late, short, and charming, typical "island time". The bag pipers led the way.
There were lots of old cars. People lined the sunny side of the street.