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
Beryl Markham, West with the Night
Linking to
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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,
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
