she planted a cypress sapling in 1963 and it towers over the bluff in the back yard. you can just see its branches stretching out over the roof. i too was born in 1963.
mae. that was her name. she also laid the bricks on the patio out back by herself.
further detective work led me to an old newspaper article in which SHE was interviewed at the age of 96, about these bluffs. i knew this cottage was special. i've had plenty of inquiries about it and i plan to share that info with those of you who asked as soon as i get home.
should a person have a notion to take a warm shower outside they could. if they wanted.
i myself stayed outside all day long today, moving from chair to chaise to chair to table. also the umbrella blew over a hedge into the neighbor's yard, 4 crows tried to drive another bird out of the tree, i saw 3 men in a little boat with a surfboard trailing along behind it, 2 sailboats, the crystal clear outline of san miguel island (which i've never seen before!), several pods of frisky dolphins, 2 men with flashlights underwater in the black ocean below the bluff, and just now the biggest deep orange/red crescent moon i've ever seen sinking into the ocean. wow. i saw all that. today. tonight.
every detective and student of the world needs a good pair of binoculars. how else would i have seen the flashlight men swimming underwater with flippers. flippers!
dear sharron & joyce visited on monday and we watched the sunset and the stars flicker on one by one. i showed joyce the orion nebula through my binocs and she gasped. and then i showed them my fireball report HERE. we also got busy in our sketchbooks with this and that.
joyce took a picture of all of our shoes.
i finished another book i haven't mentioned before and am re-reading Gift From the Sea which I found in my bedroom.
what is it about the sound of the waves?
i think i will mix up a palette of grays and add one to my ocean color chart.
happy thanksgiving tomorrow american friends! i'm thankful for the sights, sounds, and smells of the sea and friends to share it with. for sketchbooks and paint. binoculars, memories of my mama, sisters, cats, books, soft beds, fireballs, red moonlight on the water, and little cottages perched above the ocean. and a few thousand other things.