Archive for ‘central california’

September 24, 2011

9.21.365: The Gathering

Every night in summer, these guys gather around my windows and doors. The light from the house attracts every bug in the forest and these froggies like to catch them for dinner. I think it’s a lovely symbiotic relationship we have.

I really hate bugs and I really like frogs. This works for me.

May 8, 2011

5.8.365: I hate to say I told you so…

…but I told you so.

Remember how I said that if I planted my flowers it would turn cold? I planted those flowers. And today?

It’s cold and rainy.

Gah.

What a terrible thing to be right about. I guess I should be grateful that it’s not snowing.

Yet.

April 20, 2011

4.19.365: Redbud Season

Spring is a beautiful thing. Although, I’m not sure I can call this Spring. I’m still huddling under a blanket and wearing five layers of clothing all day long, but hey- the Redbuds are blooming and there are wildflowers every where you look.

It hasn’t snowed in at least three weeks, so I guess that qualifies for Spring. Now if we can just inch our way out of the 60’s during the day, I’ll be truly happy with the season. Probably. There is still the matter of the random May snowstorm we get every year. It’s like Mother Nature has to throw in that last “screw you” before she finally surrenders and gives me what I want.

What do I want? HEAT. Blissful, radiating heat. I want to bask in all it’s blistering glory and complain about endless sunburns. Yep. That’s heaven to me. Until then I can deal with this Spring teaser.

It is pretty.

April 12, 2011

4.7.365: I have no idea what this means

I suspect it means that if you enter this truck, the world will end. Fish will suddenly defy the laws of physics and biology, trees will grow sideways and mutant clouds will expel from the earth.

You’ve been warned.

Seen whilst driving in a southernly direction on the I-5.

April 12, 2011

4.6.365: There is no crying in baseball.

Even when you miss every ball that comes your way.


She looks ready though, doesn’t she?

April 4, 2011

4.3.365: Country kids are not afraid of slime.

They search it out. The scour the creeks to find frogs and salamanders and then bring them home for me to admire. They dig up worms and rollie-polies and try to keep them for pets.

This time of year, we’ve got a bucket-full of salamanders on the porch every night. Every afternoon the girls fill it up and then every morning they are surprised to find their buckets empty. Of course, that’s just an excuse to find some more. They use them like dolls, enacting great love affairs and epic battles between salamanders.

Those poor little slime-balls. I feel for them. I really do.

Oh… um…. I just looked up the Sierra Newt and it turns out they are highly poisonous if ingested so… probably you shouldn’t lick them. *Shrugs* Apparently they can be kept as pets as long as you keep them out of your mouth. I’m fairly certain my kids aren’t snacking on them. Much.

April 4, 2011

4.2.365: Twins

When I was a kid, I had a friend who was tall and impossibly thin, with long blond hair. I was average height, average weight, with dark brown hair. Still, we were convinced that if we dressed alike and told everyone that we were twins, they would believe us.

It wasn’t enough to be friends or sisters. No, we wanted to be twins.

The oldest kid does the same thing with her friends. It doesn’t matter how different they look, she’s convinced that all it takes is matching clothes.

She didn’t plan this with her friend. They arrived to the game (Dodgers vs. Phillies!) and discovered they matched. Squealing and hilarity ensued. Girls. We’re a funny bunch, aren’t we?

April 1, 2011

3.31.365: Dinner Bell

A dinner bell shaped like the meat you are about to start eating is a little too meta for me. My mother-in-law does not have this problem.

You have to admit that it blends into the view nicely. There is no place on earth where a dinner bell shaped like a cow’s head would fit in better.

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February 28, 2011

2.26.365: Storm clouds and snow

It was sunny and snowing, a weird but beautiful combination.

February 24, 2011

2.21.365: I don’t like leaving my house when it looks like this

Let’s face it: I don’t like leaving my house when it’s below 75 degrees. I’m a wimp and I like sunshine. This day was not sunny. It was icy and windy and stupidly cold.