In the lovely yard, though not a veld, you find the grass sparkling in the sun with rain from yester morn. The sun descends taking the warmth of the afternoon heat with it. Birds of all kinds twitter in their cheery sing-song way. No stores can be found amidst the green grass for them. Dandelions are only few, scattered all about. Clouds dance across the sky.

Mount Rainier often wears a veil of misty clouds. At other times she adorns herself in a large billowing white hat, always caps her peak with snow, even on the warmest of days. From a great distance away, she appears to have a beautiful blue gown around her figure. When near her, you see the gown is of evergreen trees, ice and solid earth. She remains a rock for her people, comforting, changing with the seasons and years, just as her people do.

Miles and miles away from Rainier lies the blue waters, Elliot Bay, separating downtown Seattle from the suburban neighborhoods of West Seattle. On Independence Day, fireworks are seen shooting up from across the Bay: pink, blue, red, green, white and purple, orange and yellow, all colors of the rainbow. City lights admire their images in the water, when the sky darkens to blue-ebony. Radio towers red and white, atop Queen Anne hill flashing against the night sky. Ferryboats lit up like birthday cakes and other small-lighted boats travel in the baby. Later quiet settles on the thriving, growing city as all lay upon their beds until morning.

A small courtyard, filled with pink, purple and yellow flowers graced by a cherry tree. The sun pales the rich grass and the green leaves. Only the passing of a car on the other side of luscious bushes disturbs the calm. You see dark earth between the leaves of the hedge and the flowers. Oh the lovely sun warms you. The wind ripples the thick matted grass and clouds sweep the blue sky. Flower petals flutter down upon the earth. You listen to a man hammering away in the distance and the delighted shriek of a small child sound through the stillness.

Dried grass, stiff and browning, softens with trickling of water. The daisies surround a tree trunk, children sit atop it on warm spring and summer days. Raised above the patio, sit amidst rocks; flowers and strawberries. Western Red Cedars line the land opposite the blue house. A Weeping Willow sways in the wind, watching over the vegetable garden, while a cherry tree smiles upon a child on a groaning swing, Mother looks out from the kitchen window, forever watching her children play. Leaping off the stump and swing little ones bound across the bark, grass and cement into the cozy house for supper.