A neighborhood walk…
(Fern and I watched this 4 alarm fire burn. So sad for the residents and businesses, but so great how the hood has pulled together.)
Saturday afternoon, during nap time. My swap package came!
Kim lives on the coast in San Diego, and I could literally smell the salt air and feel the pelicans flying by. She captured her bioregion so beautifully, with so much heart felt thought.
A hand stenciled pelican shirt for Fern, a card with heartfelt words, beautiful photos (Oh that baby Octi!), a sea stone of the perfect heft, sustainably crafted sage from the inland desert…
Hee hee! Lucky me! Kim says, “If you like tequila, I recommend a Prickly Pear margarita.” Dear Kim, I like the way you think!
A seashore foraging bag for Fern….
And one for Mama too. Just LOOK at these masterpieces folks! Kim, I know you were concerned about potential flaws, but believe me, they are just perfect in our eyes (and I bet in my readers’ too!). Fern has been carrying hers everywhere, and I took mine on a hike yesterday.
Whaaaaat??!!?? Everyone, she made a living wreath with succulents. What…how…where…er….uh….Kim!!! Thank you so much for all the love you put into your package. After opening it, I sat in wonder and awe, just letting it soak in….the heart, the generosity, the wisdom of YOU. A longer email is coming your way girl, but in the meantime, just thank you…so much.
Saturday afternoon at Mary’s. The Other Mary.
Dipping leaves in beeswax….
Fern’s godmama Kerri was there too. (Mary, I can’t believe I didn’t get a pic of you!)
Mary made wool ghosties on a string. Fern woke me up this morning going, “Wooooooo! Woooooo!!” in her best undead voice.
Eden and Elijah, Fern’s new friends.
A long hike up Mt. Tam and back down to Stinson Beach for dear, dear America, who is getting married in two weeks!
Black fungus, a tell tale sign of Sudden Oak Death. So sad.
Sunday evening. A return to home, and a toddler who clamored for “Park!”. I acquiesced…with blisters the size of Maryland and legs that were refusing to coordinate.
Twilight of the day, and twilight of the year, where the dimming light brings forth colors that pale in full sun.
Happy Monday, y’all.
P.s. Did you receive your swap package yet?
P.p.s. My salsa now looks like sourdough bread. Compost time!