Tag: Sunday

Sunday Morning

This morning I awoke to the sounds of birds and the rustle of leaves in the breeze.  The sunlight was dim through the windows, with hints of blue, presaging an incredible day.  Now the sun is up, and all that seemed promised is true.  New leaves are appearing on the tulip tree and the redbud; the birds are still singing.  Robert Browning wrote, “all’s right with the world.”  On mornings such as this, it is best to believe it, and so I shall.

So, what to do?  We are having family over for Sunday dinner, so there are things to be done around the house, a bit of shopping, a bit of cooking.  It is a simple thing to do – marinated lamb roast, salad, bread or rice or potatoes, tzatziki.  The company is to be enjoyed, and hopefully all invited will be able to join.

Life – and time to finally live it – is grand.  No more “return to work” dates; I choose what to do and when.  The Puritan side of me espouses “pain before pleasure,” meaning, get the unpleasant stuff out of the way ASAP!  That means chores, like cleaning.  I like clean things, but the cleaning process is not exciting – I’d rather be outside digging in the dirt or drawing or reading.  The satisfaction of a chore, to me, is when it is done.  Putting it off dulls the joy in other activities, but as I like an orderly and relatively clean house and studio, it makes sense.  Doing the unpleasant first makes the rest of the day move into infinity.

Yesterday I bought some plants -peppers, alyssum, dianthus.  Bulbs were on sale half price since it is past their season.  Potting soil, too.  Before I start the dinner shopping, but after housework, I shall begin work on my little front yard flower bed.  My gardener worked in some soil for me, and now I have some ideas as to what I am going to do with it.  Its a sunny – shady area as it faces west, with the house to the east.  Afternoons find it quite shady, and as summer comes along, I think it gets shady earlier.  Alyssum and dianthus will be along the outer borders of the plot – see below – bulbs sporadically distributed depending on their sun requirements – and the peppers will be placed in their own pots out on the sunny southern patio (aka “the dog-free zone” or the “DFZ”!)

Along with gardening, planning for my next painting is on the way.  I have been following various YouTube painters – as you have seen in earlier posts – but I have also been working my way through a book on perspective and contemplating spartan photography.  (Huh?  Wuzzat?)

And, Josh and I spent 3 days in San Diego, which was something wonderful to do – get away from it all to enjoy coming back to it all!

 

A Sunday in the Sun, Wind and Rain

Weeks go by and it seems you go nowhere interesting.  A trip to the market, and then a walk around the neighborhood.  Oh, other things happen, like a phone call or a visit with a friend, but still, life seems uneventful.  Not that I want a lot of “events” – they don’t usually bring good news – but I do like a change of scenery.  So, when it happens, and the wind is up, the sun is out, the rain is falling on you, rainbows come and go, and you are pounding away on wet sand, head in the wind, life is pretty darn good.  Accompanied by the esposo and friends of yore, it makes for a wonderful day.  End it with someone’s excellent cooking, how can you complain?

A few weeks ago, our friends Doug and Sheelah, up in Carpinteria, invited us to visit.  I’ve been friends with them since before forever, and the town they live in is a small beach community north of us by about 50 miles.  I lived there when I was in college, on an avocado ranch where the laborers sang Spanish songs at 5:30 a.m. – a nice way to wake up, along with the clucking of chickens and the crowing of roosters.  The beauty of Carpinteria is that it is blessed with a wonderful state park that runs along much of the city itself, moving from wide flat beaches to bluffs which overlook a seal rookery, which is home to mothers, fathers, and newborn babies in the first part of each year.

Sunday afternoon was a windy, blustery day, with remnants of storm clouds gusting in from the north, white caps out to sea, and an occasional wild sprinkling of rain.  The sky, though blue, bore thick clouds, and the wind was fierce enough to blow fine sand in rivulets in front of you when your back was to the wind, and fill your eyes and mouth with grit when you were facing it.  The cold, too, was biting (for us thin-blooded Californians), and an insulated, windproof jacket, along with hats and hoods made you a lot more comfortable than not.  It was so cold, Sheelah went back home and changed from a down jacket to a windbreaker, hat, and long scarf.  We waited in the wind for her.

As always, a beach is a treasure chest.  Shells, rocks, driftwood, flotsam and jetsam.  Sheelah found a beauty of a stone, a jasper veined with white, and a clam shell.

The bluffs host a variety of things.  Ranches and small industry, railroad tracks, piers to launch boats for the oil rigs offshore, trails, and seals.  Here we began our ascent onto the bluffs.

From here, we continued along the pathways, weaving near the edge of the bluffs and inland, the Pacific on one side, the flat land on the other.  Trees vary from native Monterrey cypress (I think that is the correct name) to eucalyptus.  The trees at the edge are twisted and tormented by the winds.

A bit away from the shore, sunflowers are already in bloom beneath the old eucalyptus and other coastal trees.  The brilliant colors are so welcome after months of drought and brown, dried, dead plants.

The seal rookery, or sanctuary, was not very populated when we looked down at it.  The tide was out, so perhaps were the seals; as well, the storms of this season may have discouraged a lot of sex in the sand and babies on the beach.  

The Carpinteria Seal Sanctuary is observable from the bluffs.  Pupping season begins in December.  Above the sanctuary are benches and paths so the seals may be seen, but left undisturbed (one hopes) by humans. This video shows the seal sanctuary as I have seen it in earlier years.

As our earth changes and populations increase and resources lost, such sites are increasingly more important for wildlife.  Below is a view from the cliffs.  We saw about 4 or 5 seals, well disguised as rocks.  The sanctuary is an important area for wildlife.  I’ve been here in other years, and there are mothers and babies everywhere, fat and floppy on the sand.

All along the way, to and fro our 3.5 mile walk, there was much to see, whether on the phone lines or in the camping area of the state park.  People were out and about, running, bicycling, and just enjoying a brisk, beautiful day.

Not a bad way to spend a Sunday afternoon!  Doug and Sheelah are wonderful people and great friends to spend time with.  We feel pretty lucky to live in such a beautiful area and have the blessing of wonderful friends and family nearby.