Posts Tagged ‘travel’

Started the day with a trip to the farmers market. Why no pictures you ask? True answer… forgot all about it. I was too busy buying whole-grain sourdough bread, green garlic, leeks, and apples. So sue me. (Dictation would like you to believe I bought leaks but I actually bought edible leeks.😁). Then we had a lot of baby time but no trip is complete without at least one visit to Sweet Wheat for panna cotta with raspberries and a mocha.

Speaking of the farmers market, there’s the always intriguing question, at least to me, of whether it’s the “farmers market” because there are farmers there or is it the “farmers’ market” because it belongs to the farmers?

A walk is always good and during this one I caught some light on a leaf creating a little abstract leaf portrait. For all you Thursday Doors people, I also found more doors, but you’ll have to wait ‘til next week for those. 😉. Pretty sure I did not walk off all the calories from the panna cotta and the mocha, but I’m fine with that.

Of course no trip to the beach is complete without an ocean view. View? Great. Days off with family? Priceless!

From the road

Posted: April 22, 2022 in Personal
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A number of years ago we while visiting my sister-in-law and brother-in-law we were able to make arrangements to meet an English blogger we knew from participation in the same weekly writing challenge and her husband. At that time, they spent the summer barging on French rivers and were gracious enough to invite us to meet them. We spend a lovely day on the river with them. Here’s a view from the boat and a door(way) which does not drop you into the water if you go through it even though it looks that way. You just end up on the deck of the boat.

If you travel by river, you’ll often have to go through a lock which is really just a door on the water.

If you’d like to read the original posts about the visit and river trip, you’ll find them here and here and you’ll find a lot more photos of the trip as well. Sandra’s also an accomplished writer (we met through Friday Fictioneers, where we told stories of 100 words based on the photo of the week) and her site is here, where you can also click on a link to read about their barging experiences.

Finally, here’s an unusual door, the door to an abandoned wasps’ nest. Isn’t the nest beautiful? I was happy that the wasps were no longer there and in France, if wasps decide to take up residence in your house or garage, it’s against the law to spray them. You have to call the fire department to come and take care of them.

Thursday Doors 4.14.22

No profound post tonight after a long day of driving home, including a stint of much too long a time in a lane of barely moving traffic. But we had a wonderful time, both baby-to-be and mom are doing well, (due date in just under two weeks), and it’s also good to be home.

I leave you with a view from our drive through part of Palos Verdes, California, a place filled with homes whose bathrooms we couldn’t afford. Thankfully the multi-million dollar views are free.

We’re on our way back from California today. The good news is that we don’t lose an hour because Arizona doesn’t do daylight savings time, making us the same time as California now. That worked out well! 😉 The bad news is that I’ll be driving, not reading your blog posts. May I make it up to you by giving you some beautiful nasturtiums? If you’re annoyed with me, you can just eat them! 😳😘. Happy Monday.

Pelican breakfast club

Posted: February 8, 2022 in birds, Nature
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We didn’t stay in the Hotel de Coronado, but we had a grand time walking around outside and admiring the grounds as well as the stately building itself. Palm trees are iconically California (and Arizona), but they do a lot of shedding and take a great deal of work, work you have to pay someone else to do. I’ll stick with just admiring them on someone else’s property. 🙂

Past Squares: trees

After most of our errands, our minds turned to lunch at Smith Alley Brewing Company where we’d had good beer and food a few years ago. We were happy to see they’d survived Covid. As we sat outside, I was excited to see the vertical growing platforms used to divide the eating area from the walkway of the alley with a variety of fruit, vegetables, and flowers growing on the five what? Trellises? Re-reading the information below, I see they’re called walls.

In the water at the bottom of each wall are fish. Our server informed us that the fertilizer provided by the fish is then taken by the water to each part of the wall. No fishing, of course, and any fish served here do NOT come from these!

I don’t want to forget to mention that Smith Alley has great beer (I had Black Pegasus, robust with heavy notes of coffee and chocolate.) What’s not to like?? The fries were hand cut, the French dip delicious. My husband once again had a peculiarly Wyoming dish: chili with a cinnamon roll meant to be dipped or put into the chili. We were told last time that this was served in school cafeterias. My husband loved it, although I personally would never do that to a cinnamon roll. It was the perfect way and place to relax and rejuvenate before finishing our errands and heading back up the mountain. The next day we’d be closing up the cabin for another year.

If you’re a mathaphobe, you’ll be sad to know that geometry is everywhere in nature. 🙂 But as the Scots might say, “Dinna fash”, there’ll be no test. Just enjoy.

Ah, water drops!

This is my sort of abandoned home.

In the second week, the smoke cleared, allowing us the usual views with the usual clarity. Although riding is for me one of the main draws, I also love the mountains and time to relax without house chores hanging over my head. Let’s face it. When you’re at home, if you take time off, you almost always could be doing something more “worthwhile.” But when I’m at the cabin, even though there are things to do, there’s still plenty of time to sit on the porch, reading, sipping tea, thinking, a/o just relaxing and looking. “Just looking” is well worth it, as you can see.

My husband had a red metal Coleman cooler before we met that’s still going strong. You’ve heard of some men being called “babe magnets?” That cooler is a hummingbird magnet, also functioning perfectly as the perfect place to set my mug of tea (although it’s impossible to grab a photo when a hummingbird is 8″ from your nose, something that’s happened to me more than once! It’s quite a noisy and cool experience.

Reminder to self: don’t forget to take the Nikon with telephoto outside and set it on the cooler table because you never know what sort of animals or birds might come into view. Out here, these little guys are cute; in my garden, when I had one in the Midwest, they fell into the category of pest! It’s hilarious to see them racing around the front “yard” on these logs that serve as basic fences to keep the horses out or to see several of the small squirrels in this area chasing each other at lightning speed on the same logs while chittering loudly.

Late every afternoon the horses are taken out to pasture to spend the night and if it’s Thursday, their day off, the entire day. But at some point they’re let out in and around the cabins. Eventually they tend to drift toward the area in front of our cabin. It can also be disconcerting during the night to wake to horse noise right on the other side of your cabin wall!