Yesterday’s dawn stroll was pleasant. I left, and turned right and right and right until I got home. Today I left and went left, around another part of the neighborhood.
A good time was had by me.
What did I see?
Hey, bird on top of a thing! Which way should I go?
The bird was high.
A cat was low.
There are many ways to treat your front yard.
From xeric to irrigated to “edible landscaping”.
At this house were young lime trees at the curb, and between sidewalk and house, tomatoes, peppers, kales, and more.
I saw marvelous masonry.
This Nor’Englander is reveling in the plant life that thrives in this mediterranean climate.
On the next corner, a pair of palms rose high.
In a driveway, the bedewed back window of an old VW bus held a relic of another “age”.
There are so many wonderful plants…I’ll have to give them a post of their own soon.
Here is where we are.
Manhattan Beach knows what they’re all about.
It’s early. In over a half hour I’ve seen no one. And then…
A dog walker appears.
I meet another dogwalker and have a brief chat. He’s lived here since he was ten, has visited the east, says it’s nice and all that, but for him there’s no place like his western home. We exchange more pleasantries, and each go our own ways.
I stop for some topiary.
The walk continues past two more houses, and I’m home.
Forty-five minutes have passed.
Much day remains.