Posts Tagged ‘the river’
Every spring I try to get one shot of Zephyr by the “pink popcorn tree.” It could be apple, or almond, even cherry, but it’s gorgeous at its full bloom along the river. This year I was a week too late with the camera. Blooms have blown off in the last storm and leaves have already sprouted forth. Still, I got my shot, a very contemplative look at the ripe age of 11 1/2. He’s actually got his ears pricked up. The coyotes were yapping across the river.
Sacramento has been stuck beneath its famous winter fog for weeks. So, when the sun came out for the whole weekend, we ran outside to meet it.
I have two enormous lavender bushes. They smell wonderful. The bees love them, yet all I want is to be able to see the bird bath from my office window. Last week I picked up some old fashion hedge trimmers at an estate sale. Lavender #1 got a serious hair cut.
Saturday, I did my annual post-Christmas trip to SMUD (Sacramento Municiple Utility District) where they offer free wood chips to the public. Yard smells of pine trees. 🙂
Weeding around the compost boxes I pulled up a rogue red potato. Yummy.
Refilled the bird bath, a popular watering hole for the local blue jays and chickadees. And now I can watch them from my window. 🙂
I hesitantly trimmed back the Chinese Lanterns. Saved these few flowers for the window sill.
Out at the river, Zephyr couldn’t be happier. At nearly 12 years old, he is still a spry & handsome dude.
Trying to capture the both of us on our own, a tricky photo-op, but we’re both happy to be out in the sun.
Thank you sunshine, d xo
Sometimes the smallest events are the biggest productions. Zephyr and I went to the river tonight and this is what happened:
1. It’s helpful when going walking to REMEMBER YOUR WALKING SHOES.
2. Flip flops are not walking shoes, but you make the best of it.
3. We saw the COYOTE! It was good to see her. I miss her. I decided to grab Zephyr although he whined and barked to get to her. Reasons: A) Zephyr is older now and I don’t know how she will react as they haven’t “seen” each other in nearly a year. B) Although it is the same place we have always seen her and it looks like her, I don’t absolutely know it is her. Z doesn’t need another coyote chomping. We watched, whimpered and smiled from 10 yards. She was hunting lizards, completely unfazed.
4. The riparian forest has grown so high you can barely see the river from the dirt road now. Maybe, come winter when the leaves fall.
5. My feet are so going to hurt after walking the rocks.
6. I went to the fig tree and it was swollen with fruit! I did remember by tote, so I picked as many as I could carry, ate a few more, then all sticky fingered started back. (Back home I called my dad, “We have more figs.” Tomorrow, food swap.)
7. We walked back along the river. Zephyr swam, I soaked my feet and dragged my toes through the cold mud. Quieting.
8. Walking back, Zephyr ate something I don’t even want to say, it was that gross. I was so pissed. Damn, dog!
9. Back in the jeep all harnessed up Zephyr threw-up all over the back. Jeep smells gross. Good news: it was on a blanket. Good news two: better there than on the carpet at home, which is where he usually pukes.
10. Pass on trip to Trader Joes for goat cheese and eggs, as suddenly those things don’t sound appetizing anymore.
11. Home: washing figs, running washer, cooking pasta. Zephyr put himself to bed. He’s kicking his feet against the hardwood floor. Maybe, he’s dreaming of the coyote. It was good to see her.
- The small things of life were often so much bigger that the great things. . . . the trivial pleasures like cooking, one's home, little poems especially sad ones, solitary walks, funny things seen and overheard." Barbara Pym, Less Than Angels
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