The bluest skies you've ever seen

This past week Seattle had more cloudless days in a row than all of last summer. "Cloudless in Seattle" means a perfect 0, as in, zero cloud cover. Rare.

We left in winter and came home to full-on summer. On Saturday, the airport reached a record high of 80 degrees. 

Of course, hungry and tired, we hit a traffic jam coming back into West Seattle via the congested detour route. It looked like thousands of cars headed down to Alki Beach to cool off and enjoy the cloudless sunset. 

I’ve said it many times, how North-westerners go slightly nuts (not in a good way) on the first warm day. We're surrounded by apparently tempting bodies of ice cold water to jump in: Puget Sound, lakes, rivers. 

Wow. There are more tulips under there than I thought, but they only lasted a few days in the heat. Soon I need to clear out that messy foliage to make room for other things. Everything is coming up gangbusters, even the lilies I planted last fall finally starting to show their healthy heads.  

 

 

There's a few more bulbs waiting at the post office. This is a big gardening week, and I hope to get the tomatoes, pepper and geraniums bought and potted up. 

We stayed close to home on Sunday. I made pork on the grill with the first corn on the cob. Meh. Hopefully better corn on the way. The neighborhood was reasonably quiet, I guess with everyone out recreating somewhere else. 

Next week the middle school kids return, along with the teachers. No more guaranteed parking space in front of the house, but it will be nice seeing some young life over there again.