On top of that, it's lovely.
In spite of such loveliness, one of us is never impressed. Perhaps because she is only barely tolerating wearing a hat, which she hates. Her 'do is precious to her; she resents giving it up in the name of warmth.
Greenlake is a hotbed of a regional tradition of saving people's, usually children's, lost articles of clothing by draping them creatively from trees, bushes, and fences. It creates a whimsical botanical landscape, reminiscent of the sugary plants in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory, but less delicious.
Sweater Vest Dock
Greenlake also offers a host of wildlife to ogle. Ducks, fish, turtles, and herons, particularly this guy:
Hello, old man.
Livy, what do you think of the heron?
That thing's huge! Play dead, Mama, play dead!
Oh, look, he's still here!
Dammit, Mama, save yourself! Playdeadplaydeadplaydead!
Last Tuesday the full moon was rising spectacularly.
It was worth risking a heron attack to see.
Hood > Hat
We're lucky to live someplace so beautiful, even if only one of us stays awake to appreciate it.