The monthly West Sound Community Potluck winds up with a rousing tune on the piano. The community hall is 106 years old, and the potluck tradition is the same age. And so are most of the attendees.  

Continuing to leaf out . . . 

Spackle, the Giant of the Seashore, on North Beach in front of our cabin. 

The whole Pear. 

Pear tree, pollenation in progress.

Another perspective on the fir somethings. 

Fir somethings. Anyone know? Is this perhaps a male fir, or a female fir? About 1/20 of the total little firs had these fiery cone things. 

Deer, now headless. Yeah, I have no idea. 

Dogwood, happier than ever.  

Willow, upright, with some pussies. 

Lilacs, ready to burst into bloom. 

Tulip 

Face off! 

Camoflage crab 

Crabby. 

Latest guests, working hard.