I spent the whole afternoon walking through the most beautiful woods. My newest friend, here in Port Townsend, took me to the Bloedel gardens again. She did her docent volunteer work and I roamed for three hours. it was what is so typical here,misty
and grey. Walking alone through the woods was almost a spiritual moment. It was a particularly good place for me to be because I feel as if I am on a count down right now. Tomorrow will be the day that Bob died and what I was doing a year ago has been on my
mind every day. The walk through the woods, alone , was just what I needed.