For those of you on facebook, you've seen a fair number of these photos (some you haven't), but I know there are readers who don't go there. So it's batch time, you know what to do.
The tomato plants are all cut down now, as winter creeps over the land. Some days are sunny and brilliant, but nights are really cold, as in ice in the morning cold. Where is that damn fuel tank? It's time for me to be warm again!
Seasons. I can, almost, understand people who say they love the different seasons or miss them. The way humans are made, where they grow up, how they are formed and how they survive stays in the forefront of my brain these days and nights. There is a lot of history around here and it is celebrated, a lot. Finding arrowheads and old tools is not infrequent, the natives and newcomers formed their alliances but not without early troubles, like everywhere else that has been invaded through war or homesteading. It is a literal open book and I'm only on the preface, with so much more to learn.
Music, lots of cool items for sale, food and drink. These get up were along the way to the actual site of the fair. There were some others but either we couldn't back up or they weren't as 'wow!'.
|Tomatoes and apples, about as local as it gets|
|So beautiful and delicious too.|
|A day of beautiful clouds|
|Even in the cold, the iris are flourishing. They make me feel warmer.|
|I love these trees! This little area is called the Enchanted Forest, for obvious reasons|
|Under the peeling bark, the wood is really as smooth as it looks. Must. Be. Touched.|
|I don't think I've seen a real buttercup in many years.|
[edited to note: this is a California poppy, NOT a buttercup.
Thanks for the info!
|This is not an unusual sight anymore.|
|Such a strange rainbow. It was raining somewhere but nowhere I could really see.|
|The night after the full moon. That night was cloudheavy.|
|The Girl being Sarah's hairdresser.|
|I've never seen so many robins in my life. Flocks of them. |
Don't they know it is time to go south?
|This made me feel at home.|
|On Halloween, we went to the yearly Trade Fair.|
Most of the time we were there, the mist was so heavy that the camera was safely tucked into my backpack. Right at the end, as people were packing up to go - rain was coming - I got a shot of these folks. I can't say who the carver is but Whimsical was definitely the theme.
|Right before the man took this away, he gave us a silly moment. Thanks, guy!|
There is a Farmer's Market in Garberville on Saturday's, though I think this Saturday or next will be the last one. A lot of the regular vendors have already packed it up for the winter but there were still some great selections of local, organic meat and veggies, breads and cheeses.
One woman we met made goat cheese spreads, from her goat farm called Cannibal Island Creamery. She had an ariel photo of her place, it is so close to the ocean that you can easily see it. I thought...if I had something like that? I could be cold awhile. Maybe. Nothing like putting it into a context impossible to happen!
|Elijah and The Girl sorting out her new tool box. She wants to help.|
On going back inside, a woman who had hugged me earlier on finding out I was Elijah's Mom (does a mom heart good), asked what we'd gone out for. I told her about the green flash and she said, 'I've been waiting 20 years to see that here!' When I showed her the picture she said 'I LOVE you!!'. It was exactly what such a wonderfully rare event inspires in some, though when she had me show it to her friend later, I could easily see she failed to understand the hoopla. And that's okay too. It was enough to be here, on the West Coast of the US, seeing this sight with my son (good omens!) and having someone I never met thinking it was as cool as it was. Hopefully she won't have to wait 20 more years...
|A perfect sunset|
|I've taken and posted a photo of this before but I'm doing it again.|
Think oysters (or of course, anything else, but think oysters)
|There are four or five dwellings down at this part of the Cove. |
One place is apparently the home of another carver.
After a day of rain and cold and another of partial sun, yesterday was full on bright and warm. I was looking at the trees over the cabin and they were so green, it was almost a tastable sensation. Layer after layer of clothing came off and it was actually hot. We soaked it in until all the layers were back on and Mr. Sun went to warm other places on the planet.