The dogwoods' blossoms are looking pretty tattered and tired...this one was the best that I found today. The tree that it's on is in a little micro-climate down by the creek that stays cool even in the hottest weather. My husband jokes that it's always cool because it's haunted. I don't tell him that he's right. The little dell was my Godmother's and mama's favorite spot, and I've felt their presence there many times. She and my mom used to spread a quilt on the ferny bank when they wanted a break during the summer from me and my cousins. They'd carry down a big pitcher of "sweet tea" from the cottage. I think (know) it was mostly iced tea with a generous portion of Irish whiskey added. I do the same nowadays...my relatives know that when I'm there, I'm off limits, just as my cousins and I knew that my mom and my Godmother were not to be bothered when they were there. Only now my pitcher of sweet tea is just that, because I developed an allergy to alcohol several years ago. Talk about annoying! But the little dell is still a quiet, magical spot to pass an afternoon. Sometimes, as I sit on the quilt beside the creek and sip my sweet tea, I think I hear their laughter. My Godmother and my mama were best friends for most of their lives and, wherever they are, I think they're still best friends, visiting their favorite places and favorite people and sipping their "sweet tea" during hot summer weather.
The rain and hail faeries paid a brief, very brief, visit today. Up at the top of the ski resorts, which have been closed for quite a while, it actually snowed enough to give a good ground cover and down in the deserts it rained enough to flood some areas! My hope and prayer is this storm will intensify, move eastwards and put out that terrible fire in Arizona.
(I don't know why this photo has such strange patterns in it; when it's enlarged they disappear and on my computer they're not there. Blogger, what did you do?)
Wild sweet peas blooming beside Highway 18, also called Rim of the World Highway. I took this last June. The sweet peas have the most delicious fragrance.
Last night and today were such a welcome relief. It was cool and cloudy during the day and the temperature got down to 38 F last night. It even sprinkled a little last night...a very, very little, but still appreciated!
Taken in May of 2009. I just found it while I was sorting through my photos. It's strange how I can forget so many things that I want to remember, but details of where and when, etc., of photos usually stick in my mind. I look at this photo and hear the lapping of lake water behind me, feel the slight breeze scented with pine and damp air, hear the particular sound of a Nuttall's Woodpecker singing its goodnight song. But can I remember where I put my sunglasses, which I need every day? No. Maybe one of the cats hid them, and it's not my faulty memory...
There are little wild strawberries blooming everywhere. They're even popping up in the ivy. Hopefully, there will be lots for the birds, mice and skunks as they all love strawberries. I love them, too, but I only eat one or two of the beyond-delicious little wild ones because there just isn't that much food for the little wild cousins up here anymore. My sister always has lots of strawberries to share, so I content myself with those.
The wildfires in San Diego County are terrible. I heard on the news tonight that a badly burned body has been found, poor soul. And when I think of all the animals that have perished, which the news never mentions, my heart hurts more. 135,000 homes have been evacuated across the county. Fires have never, never been a problem in Southern California in May. I am terrified of what months of hot, dry weather will cause in the autumn. But, since we're having Santa Ana winds now, which is unusual, maybe they won't blow in the autumn. It's the hope of that which I hang on to.
"The true beloveds of this world are, in their lover's eyes, lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends, a child's Sunday, lost voices, one's favorite suit, autumn and all seasons, memory, yes, it being the earth and water of existence, memory." Truman Capote
Despite the horrible winds, some of the lilacs are still hanging on. I think the Faeries may have visited this one...it seems to have a little bit of a lingering glow of Faeries about it. If, while you're dancing under the stars tonight, you should happen to meet some of the Fae offer them refreshments! But, don't take anything they might offer you. Some of them are pretty tricky...
And some other Wildings, big and little, who kindly share their forest with me:
"To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded." Ralph Waldo Emerson
A Young Steller's Jay
Common to high altitude forests all over the west
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Our task must be to free ourselves...by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty. ~~ Albert Einstein
June Is Adopt a Cat Month
But, there are always strays who need a loving home - so don't shop, ADOPT! Click the photo for helpful tips on adopting.
If they breathe, they live. If they live, they feel. If they feel, they love. If they love, they are aware. If they are aware, they have a soul. ~ Williams
I love cats because I enjoy my home and, little by little, they become its visible soul ~ Jean Cocteau (That's Malcolm O'Mewy on the chair)
Feed the Hungry
I think we are bound to, and by, Nature. We may want to deny this connection and try to believe we control the external world, but every time there's a snowstorm or drought we know our fate is tied to the world around us. ~~ Alice Hoffman
What I'm Reading Now:
Give a Child a Book
Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors and the most patient of teachers.
Charles W. Eliot
A person who collects or is fond of books. Also, a person who immediately feels safe, happy, even euphoric, when holding a favorite book.
Care for a cuppa?
Where there is tea there is hope - Pinero
Boulder Bay, Big Bear Lake
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Lake Gregory, Crestline
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A Favorite Quote
"I don't want life to imitate art; I want life to BE art." Carrie Fisher
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. ~ John Muir, from "The California Mountains"
I'm three-quarters Native American (Oglala Sioux and Cherokee), and one-quarter Northern Italian. I live in a little cottage with my furry "children" in a beautiful mountain forest where we enjoy daily visits from the little wild creatures. I love animals (you probably guessed), books, photography, tall trees, clear lakes, rain, snow, tea, the moon, and creating all kinds of art.