Today was the most spring-like of January days. 

It was chilly, yes, but nobody seemed to care. Spring was an attitude, a mood, not a temperature. 

At Coldwell Banker Real Estate on Fifth Avenue, where I cannot help myself from stopping to look at the ads in the window, the top half of the front door (Dutch door, my mother would say) was opened wide, inviting fresh air into the offices. 

On Main Street, two shopkeepers stood in front of their businesses and chatted in the sun.  And I saw a man pulling a golf cart toward Starbucks. Yes, I did. (I could not guess where he had a tee-time. Certainly, nowhere near the fountain.) Anyway, it was the sort of day to walk through Edmonds and think, what fun to be here today!

The dogs of Edmonds pranced with delight at the ends of their leashes, trotting importantly along or standing by while their people talked with one another—no person or dog needing a raincoat. 

It’s been a while since I spoke of any specific Dogs of Edmonds, though some people do keep reminding me to do so. 

Today I met Ranger, a salt-and-pepper colored Australian Cattle Dog of Edmonds, who caught my attention by standing smack in the middle of a crosswalk, thoughtfully tilting his nose into the breeze, while his person tugged gently to remind him to move on. 

And then I met Luna and Jennie, Black Labrador-types.  (Jenny, I spelled your name right, once.)  Their person had a leash in each hand, which looked a bit unwieldy to me, but he said he was usually the driver, so they all got along fine. Sweet dogs.

When I arrived home, though, my big orange cat Benjamin—frowning at my noisy entrance into his quiet dream-- was not in the least interested in hearing about the three Dogs of Edmonds. 

He enquired as to how many Cats of Edmonds now have joined the Friends of the Edmonds Library, a statistic I did not have at hand. Or in mind. I promised to check on that tomorrow, when the organization meets. If I remember to, I’ll report on that next month, as other Cats of Edmonds may be enquiring, also.

I had another lovely Edmonds time late yesterday afternoon, sitting in Tully’s for an hour and a half, working on a writing project. Edmonds has many fine coffee shops—Hello, Walnut Street!  Hello, Waterfront Coffee! Nonetheless, I gravitate toward Tully’s, especially when I’m writing. (I think PNW coffee shops ALL need fireplaces.) 

Unfortunately, illness had been going around baby Adam’s daycare, and he brought the bug with him to our belated family Christmas celebration last week. The celebration was great fun, but the illness was horrid.  I think we’re all well now, though. It’s no wonder that I’m especially eager to walk outside and meander through town, enjoying the crisp fresh air of Edmonds.