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During our recent hike to the Lower Yosemite Falls, my husband and I were  delighted by the beautiful snowy banks along the creek. Nowhere else was there snow on the valley floor, save along the creek banks. While we noticed the difference at the time, we didn’t think much of it. Then a friend . . . → Read More: Frazil


On St Patrick’s Day we drove to Yosemite to celebrate a milestone anniversary minus one. It was a perfect spring-like day with bright blue skies and crisply cool temperatures. The gray granite walls of El Capitan and Half Dome were pale in the hazy sunlight. The falls in the valley were gushing . . . → Read More: Gray


Winter was inching its way toward springtime as we’ve  traveled north through the central coast the last few days. Usually we relish the rolling foothills that have turned from camel tans to emerald green, but this year the accents of yellow have captured my attention. Particularly the flowering yellow mustard; some crowding along . . . → Read More: Yellow

Attitude Adjustment

Once upon a time there was a farmer’s donkey that fell down a well. The donkey brayed piteously while the farmer decided what to do. He finally decided it wasn’t worth the effort to rescue the donkey because the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway. He invited . . . → Read More: Attitude Adjustment


Today is Ash Wednesday, the beginning of Lent, that season associated with fasting. A friend on a sewing chatlist has challenged us to “fast” from buying fabric and instead sew down our stash. I’ve taken the challenge to heart and began going through bins of leftovers from prior sewing projects – banners, clothing, . . . → Read More: Enough…Already

Seeds, Bulbs and Grains of Truth

Half a life time ago we lived in southern Spain for several years. By the end of winter, milk cows had grazed the pasture grass to patchy nubbins. Spring rains and warmer days brought forth an explosion of once dormant growth across the fields. The cows contentedly grazed on emerald green grasses, yellow flowering oxalis, and in some . . . → Read More: Seeds, Bulbs and Grains of Truth