here we are, going on month 4 of life in the time of the pandemic. the beginning of week 16. time to send you a simple postcard. a smoke signal from my porch to wherever in the world you happen to be. watch for a pale blue ribbon of smoke on the horizon. it’s meant for you. send me one back if you wish, in the form of a comment or a thought.
the pandemic continues but life goes on. it’s with great pleasure that i receive regular visits from my old friends paul & joe. we have art dates with our sketchbooks outside on my patio where it is easy to be together, yet physically distant.
the jacaranda continues to rain her purple blossoms down on the west side of moss cottage. i enjoy the cascades of loveliness outside the windows, peeking over the roof, and waving at me from the front porch.
i painted a few on some pages of my sketchbooks.
i’m continuing to make progress on my virtual camino de santiago mission. these map images are not current, but i just happen to have them in my phone at the time of this post. as of today i have come 75.2 miles and just left lorca, spain. 16% of my mission has been completed.
carol and i had a trip planned to santa barbara in june. she was here with me last june, but alas due to the pandemic she was unable to come with me this year. so i made the trip alone. here in my home-away-from-home on the santa barbara coast.
wyatt did his best to prevent my departure, but he was unsuccessful. i get daily dispatches from the house-sitter/cat minder. the cat posse are scratching tally mark countdowns into the wood floor by the back slider.
oh cruel mistress, how many days till we can climb trees again?
for the last week i’ve been walking in new neighborhoods and along the bluffs and sandy shores of carpinteria, montecito, summerland, santa babs.
each night when i return from my socially-distanced beach stroll with a local friend, i watch the sliver of moon follow the same path the sun took over the western horizon from inside the warm and quiet hot tub. by the time i go inside, the moon has disappeared behind a thick veil of fog.
it is foggy and cool here in the mornings. when i wake up everything is wet and misty. no sunrise to speak of, but it is good to walk on the beach and drink in the layers of lavender and gray. a few days i ago i counted 9 snowy egrets in the tide pools of hammond’s beach. yesterday evening, 2 great blue herons at the salt marsh of carpinteria. one flew directly overhead and landed a short distance in front of me.
carol and i have face time art sessions and plan future post-pandemic trips.
international trips will resume one day, but for now i stay in california. it’s a good place to be, this state i love, with her wild coasts, headlands, deep forests, and tall trees. the state i was born in and where i hope to one day die.
i am filled with love for this place.
so here i am, walking her beaches and salt marshes.
studying the various treasures that wash ashore and live in the tidal channels.
ON MY BOOKSHELF
i am listening to THE DUTCH HOUSE again! i rarely revisit books i’ve already read, but i couldn’t resist. loving it just as much as i did in december when i listened to this reading by tom hanks.
THE END OF OCTOBER is simply fabulous. a novel with factual information about pandemics. a page-turner. enjoying it immensely.