Monday, November 30, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
This has not been the best year for my family--far from it--but I am grateful today for so very much (more than I could ever put into words, certainly). While I miss those who are not with us today, I do cherish the happy memories I have of other days spent together. Here are two quotes from Henry David Thoreau...I think they're both quite lovely.
Have no mean hours, but be grateful for every hour, and accept what it brings. The reality will make any sincere record respectable. No day will have been wholly misspent if one sincere, thoughtful page has been written. Let the daily tide leave some deposit on these pages, as it leaves sand and shells on the shore. So much increase of terra firma. This may be a calendar of the ebbs and flows of the soul; and on these sheets as a beach, the waves may cast up pearls and seaweed.
I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite—only a sense of existence. My breath is sweet to me. O how I laugh when I think of my vague indefinite riches. No run on my bank can drain it, for my wealth is not possession, but enjoyment. If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs—is more elastic, starry, and immortal—that is your success.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Then we stopped, serendipitously, at San Antonio de Pala, on the Pala Indian Reservation. This mission was an asistencia, or submission, the only one still in existence in the California mission system. It is still an active church with regular services. The rough floor in the chapel is original to 1816, and the paintings were done by Native Americans. The campanile is free standing, which is unique in the mission system. Very pretty and atmospheric.
Across the street is the Pala store, with this great old crusty sign.
And here are some more photos in the persimmon orchard. Just a lovely, lovely autumn road trip...
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Remember this excursion last year? Here are some photos from this year's fruit-picking fun! These are Fuyu persimmons. The trees are lovely...their leaves turn color as the fruit ripens. It was a glorious SoCal day...more photos tomorrow and Wednesday!
Friday, November 20, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
BTW, check out this Wikipedia explanation of why it's called a "raspberry"--derivation is from "raspberry tart" in rhyming slang (as in Cockney), and "tart" rhymes with...well, since this is a polite little blog, I won't type the word here, but you can figure it out, I think. Funny!!!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Apparently it is quite comfy...
P.S. Thanks to all of you who left such very sweet and kind comments on my last post. You've no idea how much it means...
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
On the Beach at Night (An excerpt)
On the beach, at night,
Stands a child with her father,
Watching the east, the autumn sky.
Up through the darkness,
While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading,
Lower, sullen and fast, athwart and down the sky,
Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east,
Ascends, large and calm, the lord-star Jupiter;
And night at hand, only a very little above,
Swim the delicate brother, the Pleiades.
From the beach, the child, holding the hand of her father,
Those burial-clouds that lower, victorious, soon to devour all,
Watching, silently weeps.
Hold your loved ones close to you tonight.