Birds of Paradise, Citrus & Pinecones

A  L  O  H  A !

This seagull seems embarrassed.

I have it on good authority

that the "waste" on the dock

is left by otters!

So don't be embarrassed,

sweet gull,

we know it wasn't you!

“I don't even remember

the season. I just 

remember walking

 between them and 

feeling for the

 first time that I

  belonged somewhere.” 

Stephen Chbosky, 

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“I have learned that

 if you must leave a place

 that you have lived in

 and loved and where 

all your yesteryears 

are buried deep, 

leave it any way except 

a slow way, leave it 

the fastest way you can. 

Never turn back and 

never believe that an hour

 you remember is a better hour

 because it is dead. Passed years 

seem safe ones, vanquished ones, 

while the future lives

 in a cloud, formidable 

from a distance.” 
Beryl Markham, West with the Night

Linking to

Saturday Critters

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Well,

this place is beginning to feel 

like home. Pixie is here, after all.

The pelicans, geese, ducks,

and myriad other fowl

whose names are strange to me

are a chief feature of this 

allure.

And driving.

Driving here is a pleasure!

I am remembering the 

enjoyment of driving
an open road,

and wood smoke,

with smells of pine.

Historical accounts I 

have read of this part of

Marin County 

speak of the Tahitian

and Florida,

and Italian citrus

that flourishes here.

Birds of Paradise,

grow under pine trees.

A unique and beneficent

climate indeed;

Sunny today, clear

with gentle coolish breezes.

I could get used to this!

Hope you are loving 

YOUR weekend!

fondly, cloudia