i didn’t expect to feel bright or bon vivant on my little getaway today but i went anyway. lu was game! 

From Planting Along The Verge

  

we only went down to Santa Barbara walked a little and looked at the shadows.

From Planting Along The Verge


stopped in at the Los Olivos market for a sandwich and drove back.  
if there weren’t a devilishly dashing dishwasher waiting for his dinner i may not have come back at all.






thank you all for your kind sentiments.  
i’m going to take it with me when i go.

i didn’t expect to feel bright or bon vivant on my little getaway today but i went anyway. lu was game! 

From Planting Along The Verge

  

we only went down to Santa Barbara walked a little and looked at the shadows.

From Planting Along The Verge


stopped in at the Los Olivos market for a sandwich and drove back.  
if there weren’t a devilishly dashing dishwasher waiting for his dinner i may not have come back at all.






thank you all for your kind sentiments.  
i’m going to take it with me when i go.

From Planting Along The Verge
small stitching of em when she was 11 or so
yesterday was lunch with friend day.
our usual place is closed for a couple of weeks as are a couple of other places in town.  it’s that time of year. 
the food was just as good but there was no talking story with the owner.  instead there was an old school mate of my daughter’s all grown up lunching with an older couple at the table next to ours.  poised and beautiful and talking about her first semester at school and how she’s enjoying her break spending time with her family.
it never ceases to amaze me how many blows my heart can take.


From Planting Along The Verge
small stitching of em when she was 11 or so
yesterday was lunch with friend day.
our usual place is closed for a couple of weeks as are a couple of other places in town.  it’s that time of year. 
the food was just as good but there was no talking story with the owner.  instead there was an old school mate of my daughter’s all grown up lunching with an older couple at the table next to ours.  poised and beautiful and talking about her first semester at school and how she’s enjoying her break spending time with her family.
it never ceases to amaze me how many blows my heart can take.


From Planting Along The Verge
i love mondays.
the house is quiet with the low hum of the furnace and the quiet rumble of the fish tank and lu’s soft snoring. unlike her deep hard sleep snoring which can rattle the windows.
i tried pulling myself away from the internet and it’s web of lusciousness. i did go out to the studio and dishwasher, you left the heat on bikram style so i have another excuse to sit here.


from The Elegance of the Hedgehog



In this way, in the full proof and texture of my self, I accede to a self-forgetfulness that borders on ecstasy, to savor the blissful calm of my watching consciousness.
From Planting Along The Verge
i love mondays.
the house is quiet with the low hum of the furnace and the quiet rumble of the fish tank and lu’s soft snoring. unlike her deep hard sleep snoring which can rattle the windows.
i tried pulling myself away from the internet and it’s web of lusciousness. i did go out to the studio and dishwasher, you left the heat on bikram style so i have another excuse to sit here.


from The Elegance of the Hedgehog



In this way, in the full proof and texture of my self, I accede to a self-forgetfulness that borders on ecstasy, to savor the blissful calm of my watching consciousness.
From Planting Along The Verge

now that Raja and Cassius are gone the wild creatures are trying to come in.
there were raccoon tracks on the back deck and i saw a cat strolling back there like he’s deciding whether to move in or not. he must be the one that dug up one of my potted plants.  lu will not be of any use as she doesn’t care about boundaries and property.  only butt petting.  she barks on rare occasions but mostly she’ll invite you in and bring you her toys one by one.  when she does go out she likes to get up on the lounge chair and take the sun. it worries me as our house backs up to wilderness for miles and miles and miles.  at night we hear coyotes and sometimes foxes and even the wily cow.  we also have mountain lions and zebras. yes, zebras thanks to mr randolph hearst who decided he wanted a zoo.
From Planting Along The Verge

now that Raja and Cassius are gone the wild creatures are trying to come in.
there were raccoon tracks on the back deck and i saw a cat strolling back there like he’s deciding whether to move in or not. he must be the one that dug up one of my potted plants.  lu will not be of any use as she doesn’t care about boundaries and property.  only butt petting.  she barks on rare occasions but mostly she’ll invite you in and bring you her toys one by one.  when she does go out she likes to get up on the lounge chair and take the sun. it worries me as our house backs up to wilderness for miles and miles and miles.  at night we hear coyotes and sometimes foxes and even the wily cow.  we also have mountain lions and zebras. yes, zebras thanks to mr randolph hearst who decided he wanted a zoo.

we started this new year as we start almost every weekend morning,

with a walk on the ranch.  i consider it an auspicious beginning that we ran into a young russian girl

shepherding a hobo looking dog and four basset hounds one of which she informed us was autistic.  i wondered for a moment if she meant artistic. maybe he paints or sings. but no she repeated it. “he’s autistic, don’t be frightened if he barks at you”. she also had a leopard skin snugglie with a shitzu in it.

it reminded me of the time we were hiking on Maui and ran into a very tall black man wearing a sarong and carrying a staff. granted we had eaten some stinky ass mushrooms that time but still.  those moments. they are transcendent.  

last week we found this in a tree there. 

From Planting Along The Verge



we started this new year as we start almost every weekend morning,

with a walk on the ranch.  i consider it an auspicious beginning that we ran into a young russian girl

shepherding a hobo looking dog and four basset hounds one of which she informed us was autistic.  i wondered for a moment if she meant artistic. maybe he paints or sings. but no she repeated it. “he’s autistic, don’t be frightened if he barks at you”. she also had a leopard skin snugglie with a shitzu in it.

it reminded me of the time we were hiking on Maui and ran into a very tall black man wearing a sarong and carrying a staff. granted we had eaten some stinky ass mushrooms that time but still.  those moments. they are transcendent.  

last week we found this in a tree there. 

From Planting Along The Verge