This weekend we went from being eye to eye with the sea, to looking down on eagles.
Late Saturday afternoon, Fern and I took a walk at low tide at Heron’s Head.
Like much of California, we are waiting on rain. The too few showers we had recently were enough to spark some wildflowers. Purple Eyed Grass.
Always with the Sour Grass (Oxalis).
At the marsh’s edge, the “beach” was made up of nothing but shells and mud. Shells on top, and shells for many feet below.
When we saw Leonithas on Friday, we had told him to prepare for Sunday by getting out his parachute and his hang-glider and his oxygen tank, because we were going to climb the highest hill in San Francisco.
Featuring wildflowers, 360 views, Golden Eagles and Sherwood Forest, we figgered it should add up to a good time.
Our walk began with a Sour Grass dance, right outside the car.
How do you get a two year old to understand that not only should some wildflowers be left untouched, but that it is illegal to pick them? Don’t tell the Sheriff.
Scarlet Pimpernell…otherwise known as Poor Man’s Weathervane. They open on sunny days, and remained closed when it is overcast.
Lots of native Yellow Yarrow.
And the disappointing Mock Strawberry.
Twin Peaks in the background.
We had a picnic. Also, someone is in “that stage” of picture taking.
Christ Wuz Here. The top of Mt. Davidson is not owned by the city of SF. Because of the necessity of the separation of church and state, years after the cross was erected by Grace Cathedral, the land was auctioned off. It is now owned by the Armenian Council of America.
What else was I supposed to wear to Sherwood Forest?
Those Sour Grass bunches made it through the whole walk, and were replenished when we got back to the sidewalks.
We found a secret too.
I overheard Jeff telling Leo that as an adult, he was too old to see fairies. I told Leo he’d have to excuse his Dad for being ignorant on the way of fairies. And then gave Jeff the stink eye. Let’s get our facts straight here, buddy!
How was your weekend?
P.S. I found my hips! In an entirely different room than I had left them! Jeff thinks there is a plausible explanation (meaning ME and that I am forgetful) but we all know the real story. Fairies! See the comment section on my last post for a recipe for Rose Hip Syrup, sparked by Milla.