Friday, May 7, 2010

Into the Quiet

I've been out rambling the past few days, driving and hiking all over these mountains, seeing what Spring has to offer and taking photographs. Rambling with my dogs, with no set destination in mind, is my favorite thing to do. In the Spring and Autumn, everything else comes second.

But rambling is made all the sweeter because I know I have the quiet haven of my cottage to come back to. I'm so grateful for the space and quiet I have, because space and quiet are very much in short supply in Southern California, even in the mountains.

I can hear, quite clearly, the voice of the creek because I have all of the windows open. (Well, this time of year I can hear it even with the windows closed, swollen as it is with snow melt). Even though it's after 8 p.m. it is 51 degrees F outside! That's pretty warm for an early May evening, but the cats begged me to make a fire in at least one of the fireplaces, so I made one in the living room, which necessitated opening the windows. The warmth from the fire is tempered by a breeze dancing her way through my cottage every now and then, bringing with her a gift of cool air scented with damp earth, water, the sharp resin of pine and the sweetness of apple blossom.

Going into the quiet, being so still that sometimes I feel I've almost disappeared into it...that's another favorite thing of mine.


  1. A charming and inviting picture -- words and photo both. Your bit of California sounds quite idyllic.

  2. thanks, Vicki. At times, it comes close to being ideal.

  3. Sounds idyllic. Wot, no McDonalds? Our temps in lowland Britain are just about making 50 or so during the warmest part of the day, and around freezing at night. Doesn't feel quite right.

  4. JJ, unfortunately there is a McDonalds. Fortunately, it is several miles away! :) The weather is all over the place here, too. Last night our low was 27 degrees F. I think that might be a record low for May.

  5. Guess what. Ours are forecast to be even lower than yours tonight and tomorrow. This is lowland Britain. Maypole dancing on the village green, the merry month of May, 'We'll Gather Lilacs in the Spring Again' - you get the picture. And we're having March temperatures. The pressure systems are all screwed up.


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