The text and paintings on The Trowbridge Chronicles are taken from the illustrated journal of Violet Trowbridge, a shrew that once lived in a village deep in the Olympic Rain Forest. Each new post will represent a portion of Mrs. Trowbridge’s journal.

Saturday, March 23, 2013


This page from Mrs. Trowbridge's journal takes me back to those summer days in the high meadows of the Olympic Mountains, where Mrs. Trowbridge once lived. It brings back memories of a summer skinny-dip swim in Sundown Lake with our son, Brad. Or strolling through the high meadows among the lupine flowers swaying in the summer breeze, while rare endemic butterflies fluttered around us. This page makes me long for summer. It doesn't come to the high meadows until mid or late summer.

You may recall from a previous episode that Madam Lucy opened a tattoo parlor so that ladybugs could get their shells tattooed. Now she's tattooing butterfly wings...

Tuesday, March 12, 2013


The day before yesterday was a momentous occasion in the Smith household. It was the day that my wife, Jacquie, and I, along with Jacquie's parents, visited our first grandchild. Ellie was born  last Saturday. There were four generations together in the hospital room last Sunday. Jacquie's folks are Ellie's great grandparents.

So it is most appropriate that the current episode from Mrs. Trowbridge's journal involves her experience as a first time grandparent, just as Jacquie and I are now. Thankfully, our daughter-in-law, Carlee, didn't have sextuplets as Mrs.T's daughter did. Congratulations to Brad and Carlee!