walking in the douglas family preserve at sundown is a deep true pleasure. there are intoxicating sights and scents. the oak woodland canopy is fairytale-esque.
i made time to have coffee talk with my 2 of my very favorite women at the lucky llama in carpinteria. sharron & joyce are such treasures. i make this note here under the 3 photos i took at the santa barbara botanic garden because sharron gave me a free pass she happened to have in her car. so i went.
it’s a peaceful place filled with blooms and paths and the best stone benches of any place i’ve been in recent memory. i only made one rather shabby sketch of the meadow. you will see it either here or in my next post.
i am staying in montecito at an irresistible little studio above an old carriage house. it has real dormer windows and window boxes and potted geraniums, a soft green lawn, and orange trees and roses. best of all it is perched above the montecito creek that winds it’s way beneath the balcony and all the way to the ocean – which is an easy walk away.
there are tall sycamores with mottled metallic trunks that shimmer in the sunlight. and canopies of large green leaves that bring shade in the later afternoon.
there is a chorus of frogs that sing at night of which i am v v v fond.
today sharron popped over for a visit with a basket of treats. these wild roses from the ranch and a several boughs of loquats. i seem not to have taken photos of the drawings i made of the roses and fruit. tomorrow morning i will sit out on the balcony, where this minute i am typing out this dispatch to you, and i will paint them into my sketchbook.
sharron tells me the flowers below are wild radish and the petals are edible and peppery!
that’s all i know right now.
no. i know one more thing! i am in possession of elizabeth jane howards autobiography SLIPSTREAM, that i have been wanting to read.
also the amtrak surfline rolls by often and i love trains and how romantic they are and the sounds they make and i especially love seeing the windows in the upper decks lit up all golden and glowy and i love knowing there are people inside those windows looking out at the gathering dusk at the landscape unfolding in front of them and thinking of things that make them melancholy, wistful, hopeful, excited, happy, afraid. maybe one of them will throw out a note that will give me a clue or tell me directly. hello out there pilgrims.
run-on sentences. i won’t ever quit you!
goodnight. i have a frog concert to attend and books to read and thoughts to think. the end.