As the Moon waned into a sliver of herself this weekend, it was a time for stillness, retreat, rest. Coupled with Mercury going retrograde (Did I just hear you shriek? We’ll be ok, just don’t start any new projects, or plan a major trip. Definitely don’t plan on going to the East Coast for three weeks like we are.) our past few days didn’t have a lot of oomph. If I was still a single woman, I probably would have spent Sunday curled up reading or, most likely, watching movies. As it was, I was in the squeeze between wanting to be left alone and being with my sweet girl who didn’t want to leave me alone. I had a pretty good case of grumpitude, but there were still some moments when the sun broke through the July fog.
Sunday we went to El Polin Springs.
Currant. (I think our native Pink Flowering). They are very seedy, and some do that thing where they suck every ounce of moisture out of your mouth. The kids thought they were a tasty nibble, as did the Goldfinches.
Epilobium or Willow Herb…a beautiful flower and a prolific seeder, the restorationists at El Polin Springs let entire fields of these beauties go into bloom, creating good fall foraging for migrating birds.
One of the most enthusiastic Dock plants I have ever seen. The leaves are edible in early spring, and you can supposedly make a flour meal out of the seeds, which seems to be WAY more trouble than it’s worth.
Our spirits sought repose and were restored under the grandmother Willow.
Examining Sapsucker holes.
Dancing to the tune of the softly swaying branches.
I stepped out to look for gooseberries, and found a friend.
Herro…California Red Sided Garter Snake. They are making a come back in the Bay Area.
Then it was time to build fairy houses. Or in this case, a Rec Room.
More homegrown taters were harvested.
I pulled up these magical beings. Want to guess what they are? They will be revealed on Friday.
This weekend marked the anniversary of this one day, nine years ago, when I was driving on a little stretch of nowhere highway and saw this little fuzzy lion dog on the side of the road. We all had some tender and teary hearted moments.
The album that inspired this post title also has this song, which funnily enough is an apt description of my own dance right now.
How was your weekend?