Our very own full nest.
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From “The Product” by Ice Cube
Just because I didn’t want to learn your grammar
you say I’m better off in the slammer.
I planned to bring a red pen and cross out the offending apostrophe, but there’s plastic covering the sign, so all I could do was snap a pic.
We live near an elementary school and I took a random pic from my upstairs office window while they were doing some noisy playground maintenance during spring break.
I had no idea that this moment in time was captured by the camera until I downloaded it.
Man at work. Where did he go?
P.S It’s not MY bad grammar. Blame Rod Stewart.
Many years later, still puzzling things out.
Still the paramount focal point of any photo.
Still fabulously attired with beautifully coiffed and beribboned hair.
Still unable to fit round pieces into square shapes.
And yet, still, the world revolves around me.
And most importantly, still adorable.
P.S. I sent this post to hub and he emailed back that this has always been his favorite pic of me and it’s because I look so determined.
Late afternoon sun
Perfuming a slight warm breeze
Lavender grows here
By Princess Rosebud
For the longest time, these aloe vera plants never revealed the beauty that lay deep within their DNA.
And then they burst forth with vibrant reddish-orange spikes tipped with yellow.
They must be filled with nectar because the hummingbirds linger.
Not only is aloe beneficial for a variety of skin and digestive ailments — we all know that aloe relieves the pain of a burn, but did you know Cleopatra used it as part of her beauty routine?
Maybe she used this sugar scrub: Mix together two tbsp. of aloe vera, 2 tbsp. of brown sugar and 1 tsp. of lemon juice.
Mother Nature is so AMAZING.
There’s another side of California that you might not know about.
Sandwiched between the manicured lawns of upper middle-class residential subdivisions in SoCal, there’s a microcosm of humanity living in the shadows — migrant laborers from Mexico in makeshift camps.
In my own neighborhood, just minutes from the beach and overlooking chaparral-studded canyons, hidden behind purple sage and giant coyote bushes, we recently went for a hike and found evidence that suggests there are still active encampments.
Mostly these men are invisible, ignored by us as we speed up and down our streets, shopping, caring for our families, and only sometimes do we notice these shadow people standing on the roadside waiting to be picked up for day work or at the local liquor store buying twelve packs of beer and money orders.
Like the crows that fly in and out of our trees in a raucous cacophony, there’s an exodus out of the canyons at dawn and back at sunset.
Whatever side of the undocumented worker discussion you’re on, it’s a blight on our supposedly civilized society that in 2015, in this country of overabundance and excess, men and women live in the bushes without benefit of safe shelter or even running water.
When you scratch off the thin veneer of Pilates classes, weekly mani-pedis and facials, that fifty dollar bottle of pinot noir, and glance beyond Anthropologie and Sur la Table, in the hills behind The Forum, and probably most of the other open spaces that are clinging to life — that’s where you’ll find them.
It doesn’t seem quite fair for us to have so much while others are living in squalid conditions.
It’s sad, don’t you agree?
We especially liked the misspelling. There’s a certain poignancy.
There were several white rags hanging from trees along a certain path; we assumed it was to mark the way when it was dark.I think this is a creek, or it could be runoff from all of the developments.
Hard to see the turkey vulture among the clouds.
Do you know who and what lives beneath the surface in your neighborhood?
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