(Or mostly wordless…)
Our our recent trip to Mexico, my tugboat man would leave at first light to get in an early surf sesh.
I walked to the beach after a leisurely cup of coffee on the patio with the resident cat to keep me company.
Here kitty, kitty, kitty! Crawl in my suitcase and don’t make a sound – I wish we could have brought her home with us, but that would be called stealing and I’d still be languishing in a Mexican jail.
I don’t have a good sense of direction, so this little guy was my marker, helping me remember which way to go.
Turn right at the tedddy bear. Adios!
I’ve always loved paper cocktail umbrellas.
Exotic and topical in vibrant pink and lime green and turquoise and orange, serving no real purpose other than adorning a beverage, but they make everything seem a little more glamorous, a little more special.
Edit: A huge thank you to Sunshine and Celadines sunshineandcelandines.wordpress.com for the use of the word tropical to describe these little twirly parasols; my brain failed me!
When I was a little girl, my mom would always bring home the colorful little parasols whenever she and my dad went out in the evening.
They shaded Barbie from the summer sun or became part of a beach scene in my dollhouse.
I saved them all until the paper tore or the toothpicks broke.
I have fond memories of my first pretend cocktail, the delicious Shirley Temple, adorned with an alluring paper parasol and a maraschino cherry.
Twenty years ago, I was my own wedding coordinator.
I bought a package of five hundred paper cocktail umbrellas that’ll probably last forever.
You can be sure that if you visit Casa de Enchanted Seashells, your cocktail will be embellished with one!
Mermaids and a clown…
Some of my crazy scenes captured by a camera.
I confess that I spent way too much of the day arranging these umbrellas in all kinds of poses for a photo shoot.
WAY too much time but SO much fun.
Mermaid holding parasol
History of the cocktail umbrella:
The cocktail umbrella is believed to have arrived on the bar scene as early as 1932 courtesy of Victor Bergeron of Trader Vic‘s in San Francisco although it is, by Vic’s own admission, a presentation picked up from Don the Beachcomber (now closed). Upon introduction, umbrellas were considered very exotic as were most things from the Pacific Rim. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Apparently, we’re in the middle of another drought in Southern California.
Winter is usually our rainy season but iIt hasn’t rained since December.
Water is very expensive; even though we plant a lot of drought tolerant plants, they still need to be watered occasionally.
With fires in Los Angeles started by stupid people who decided that eighty-five degree sunny weather was the perfect time for a campfire, and the howling winds stirring up dust and drying out my garden, I was still able to find a few colorful flowering plants that are strong enough to survive these crazy record high temperatures.
Anyone else thinking climate change thoughts?
Crap, did I just miss an opportunity to check out Chanel???
Sigh, a mom’s gotta do what a mom’s gotta do.
Aliso and Wood Canyons Wilderness Park is a jewel of solitude and natural beauty in hectic Orange County.
It comprises approximately 4,500 acres of wilderness and natural open space land. Originally, part of the Juaneno or Acajchemem tribal land, it later was owned by Don Juan Avila, Louis Moulton, the Mission Viejo Company, and now is under the jurisdiction of OC Parks.
Within the park lands are mature oaks, sycamores, and elderberry trees, two year-round streams, and over thirty miles of official trails. Many rare and endangered plants and animals make this park their home. This park is designated as a wildlife sanctuary.
To get to the main trailhead for Aliso & Wood Canyons Wilderness Park, exit the 5 freeway at Alicia Parkway and head towards the ocean.
Of course it was imperative that we feed the child. Whether they’re four or thirty-two, the first thing they think about is FOOD! I had prepared a huge amount of food for the hungry traveler and we ate it at a picnic table near the entrance to the trailhead, under a canopy of old shade trees. He ate a couple of his favorite sandwiches: tuna with celery, apples, nuts, avocado, tomatoes, cheese, and lettuce — along with Lentil Cookies, Snickerdoodles, Veggie Chips, Persimmon Bread, and an apple and an orange. We never fail to marvel at the AMOUNT of food Angel Boy can pack away…and that doesn’t include the nuts and raisins for the hike.
What’s up with that kind of metabolism?
He eats so much and burns it all and needs to eat again every couple of hours or so. This is just his normal — I once took him to an endocrinologist to make sure his levels were OK, and we learned that he’s just an extremely efficient food user. All I can say is that he didn’t get that from me.
After almost eight miles, we drove home — exhausted –but in a good way, and restored by the fragrance of Southern California buckwheat and sage.
Of course it was time for dinner and another feast of epic proportions: the stuff of mom-joy, that’s for sure.
Shadow and light, me and my tugboat man.
Great blue heron.
A hidden pocket of water.
More water, rushing over rocks.
A gorgeous meadow and hills, but look at the houses on the hill.
So close to civilization!
Another cool cave.
A happy mom ‘cos my Angel Boy was home,
even if only for a few days.
Even though it’s the beginning of December and was the fifth night of Hannukah, here in Southern California we enjoyed a brief summery Sunday before a massive winter storm barrels down the coast from Alaska.
A late afternoon beach walk in Carlsbad with my tugboat man…magnificent sunset, boats, seagulls flying home. Not such big waves though, or he’d be surfing and not walking!
Maybe that’s why I get so excited for the WordPress snow to appear.
It’s the only snow I see unless we go skiing!
These photos have not been retouched. This is exactly what it looked like. AMAZING, right?
Today at Casa de Enchanted Seashells, we’re packing up to drive the eight hours it takes to get to Sacramento so I can testify at the Fish and Wildlife hearing on Friday to protest the delisting of wolves from the Endangered Species List.
I’m so happy (and relieved) that my tugboat man is going to be able to attend the hearing with me and I’m sure that he’s REALLY looking forward to keeping me out of jail.
FYI — Princess Rosebud and hunters do not mix. It’s a recipe for disaster. Cue the tugboat man, a voice of reason versus my ghetto mouth that has no impulse control!!
However and whatever…
I’ve got a new black suit, AMAZING heels, and a speech that I hope will make a difference, ‘cos that’s what it’s really all about.
While we’ve been getting ready, I noticed a magnificent plant blooming and crying out for attention.
My bright little pot loves to sit in our kitchen window for most of the year; when I see the red buds at the tips of the leaves, I know it won’t be long before the massive butterfly blooms emerge.
(There’s an x-rated overt clitoral resemblance when the buds start to swell…just saying’.)
I love to say “zygocactus” like ten times in a row cos it feels so good as it rolls off the tongue, plus it’s really easy to grow!
You try it. It’s neat, huh?
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Schlumbergera truncatus blooms closer to Thanksgiving while Schlumbergera bridgesii blooms closer to Christmas, but through hybridization there is a certain overlapping of blooming times.
It’s excellent as hanging basket plant on a sheltered patio, or can be brought indoors in a bright area with excellent airflow.
Think about how lovely a blooming plant will be as a gift to bring joy for many years.
I’ve had pretty good success propagating these beauties by snipping a cutting at the natural “joint”, letting it dry out for a couple days, and then planting in sandy soil, keeping it only slightly moist until roots appear.
Don’t make the same mistakes I did by letting it get too wet or it’ll rot and die.
The next time you hear from me, I’ll be in Sacramento, meeting other wolf advocates and giving my two cents worth to a panel of Fish and Wildlife members who have blood on their hands from the senseless deaths of hundreds of beautiful wolves.
However, they have yet to hear from Princess Rosebud.
It was an amazing ten days of a ife-changing, life-defining adventure, made bittersweet by the current slaughter of wolves in America.
Hub was the driver; I was the navigator, photographer, and keeper of a journal chronicling the three-thousand mile round trip.
We returned home and hardly had time to unpack and reminisce about what we saw and experienced when my merchant mariner got called back to work sooner than anticipated.
Such is the life of a tugboat captain’s wife…
“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.”
- Update on Yellowstone’s Wolves (saveourwolves.wordpress.com)
- Montana trying to eradicate wolves and Yellowstone Park Wolves (saveourwolves.wordpress.com)