|sunflower drive-in in old fair oaks, classic vegetarian fare.|
|nut burger...OHMG. oh dear, i wolfed my down.|
|north fork american river, near codfish falls.|
|we came at sundown, on these long golden days. we'll be back in the heat to refresh ourselves in this alluring water.|
|i could drink you all up.|
|hit up the farmers market, and you got yourselves a stew, baby. ;) purple potatoes, yellow and green squash, tomatoes and shallots, rice noodles. yuuuuum.|
i recognize it. tears come
as i round the corner
down my street
the crickets are singing their
(once upon a time i ran wildly through the front door,
searching for this song
|keeping tabs on the local elderberries, which are quite prolific in my town. (wow, how far i've come..."my town"?? the presence of ripe elderberries does that to a girl.)|
the hedges of jasmine yearning
their final yearns
with that heady
soon to be
wag their ruffled
lining the sidewalk,
|my best friend, the chicory flower.|
|lighting up empty lots and the sides of roads. when my dad built his house he scattered the seeds of chicory and queen anne's lace...i remember getting outside early to see the blue flowers before they disappeared in the heat.|
|take a break for these wild artichokes, electric purple giant thistles.|
i live in this place,
when i enter the subdivision
it's like removing myself
from earth, (all native things plowed over and away.)
like walking on to some
here, life is pre-constructed!
see: the proximity to food,
recreational play structures!
we take your trash away!
"you mean they cleared a whole potato field for two hundred houses, all the same, just maybe a different color here or there?" "yes, enough for two hundred families but there's 700 families on the waiting list!" "who could ever want to live in such a place?"
|last summer i made a chicory flower essence without really attuning myself to the flower, i was hasty. it did not go so well, lesson learned.|
|easy like a summer morning.|
afraid that in time i wouldn't be me---
so afraid that i would shrivel up and die,
and become complacent,
stuck in some
like randle patrick mcmurphy getting a lobotomy.
|coffee berry matching it's name.|
|be jubilant, my feet.|
|little teddy wades across. he has a loose tooth...this is one of those parenting milestones that i've been looking forward to. i have a genuine kid.|
anyone going to the kate wolf memorial music festival? i realllly want to try and go with my kids.
i have become so strong:
i have never been truer to
of my true self.
even more wild and beautiful because of this contrast.
|my favorite color. it's like singing.|
|i used to think that the open spaces between housing lots were just spaces they didn't build on. i didn't recognize the wild land for what it was: a prairie full of life. this is what wilderness looks like here.|
it deserves every single criticism.
(an unholy desert dedicated to the gaping maw of convenience, an artless land devoid of creative expression.)
i have a house filled
a bike that flies down the sidewalk.
i planted two more fruit trees in the lawn, soon it will be a little orchard.
she's a pretty cool cat
once you know well enough
to look behind
she settled out small, like any other town, with a thriving unique heart and purpose.
a train yard connecting the tracks that reach the sierra summits, an auction market, fruit growers.
a community of musicians and artists
every place starts with a small dynamic core
that sort of spirals and whorls out,
subdivisions at the edges
to house the masses
as the town grows.
some parts of roseville feel so destitute, gritty, and real
that i can't help but feel so vulnerable when there.
|wild dill. a cowboy.|
|the best little helper.|
|losing elderberries on our score thrifted turkish rug.|
|simmering away. the finished product (not pictured, for reals?) is in a pint jar in the fridge, lovely as a garnet.|
|here, mommy, i'll put the crayons away.|
|my little skipper rode 8 miles without a complaint.|
|a basket full of musky mugwort.|
|loves the shopping cart at the library. this kid is one pint sized party. i can't help but laugh from joy being around him. every thing he does cracks my mother heart with his cuteness.|
|this little cutie had knee surgery, he's been real brave, doing more than he probably should. he's just waking up in this pic.|
|the last celery (and biggest?) of the season. poor baby.|
it's funny the way things work out. ty and i talk about moving a lot, getting a teeny bit of land for goats and gardens, and we're saving..... i want to stay in this area. i love the yellow prairies and the green winters and the view of the blue sierras from the hot valley and the endless green fingers of winding creeks.
and so, ahem, a truce. :)
i'm curious to know what others will do!
ps: teddy is going to school! (it's been a long road making this decision, and while i 100% subscribe to every tenet of home schooling, we learned in the last year that there are some major personality differences, resulting in a painful abundance of frustration.) i'm really excited for him, so far it seems like a tree-house dream school.