Oh, to gaze out my window over the rolling hills of the Palouse. Gorgeous! It’s a winter wonderland out there. Even as I sit here writing next to my cozy fire, I can’t help but turn my imagination loose, letting it run wild down into those secretive valleys where thick pine groves harbor their sylvan secrets…
Did you catch it? The fancy word I’ve found for this week’s entry is one I can’t believe I’ve lived my whole life without: sylvan.
Sylvan – from the Facebook post, I thought you were talking about Sylvan Learning Center with lead in. I really enjoy the Facebook posts.
When we first moved to the Bremerton area of Western Washington there was a street named Sylvan Way that at one time must have been a road through country farms and meadows. However it had turned into a city street with grocery stores and churches and now is host to other businesses as well. Just down the road from Sylvan Way there were indeed dairy farms at the time we moved there but now the big box stores have moved in with all the requisite gas and go stores too. By the time the town had moved out to where we built our house in the country we decided it was time to move farther out to a more isolated country space. I am still here in my Sylvan environment and loving it.