What are these foxes saying?
A week or two ago I had insomnia and I saw a link to these fly by on Facebook at about 3:00 a.m. Even in my fuzzy state I was pretty sure that I would not be ordering this shirt if it were the middle of the day, but in the dining room by the glow of the computer screen, it felt right.
And now I really like it. And I’m starting to think I should order all our clothes in the middle of the night.
My little one points to the animals and says what sound they make, including the foxes. He also does not refuse to wear it. I think he likes it, too.
We went to Camp de Benneville Pines with Santa Monica’s Unitarian Universalist church. It’s up near Big Bear in the San Bernardino Mountains.
We spent as much time as we could outside.
The air smelled good.
Granite was everywhere.
We played with lots of dirt and gravel.
We made s’mores. We played in the stream. We ate and sang and took long naps and lots of pictures. We visited with friends and got to know acquaintances better.
At Arlington Garden in late summer, pomegranates ripen on the trees.
A few succulents are in bloom.
Others are just hanging on.
In late summer, this one bowl of water in the middle of the garden draws you in.
It’s fed by a tiny drip hose hanging in the tree overhead.
As the branches sway in the breeze, the hose sways with them, and the ripples in the pot move from an always shifting center.
In late summer, the plants thin out or go dormant. Even the white sage has fewer leaves.
In late summer, the hardscaping commands your attention.
And in late summer, the leaves in the trees change color…
And start to fall.
What’s that under the bridge at Arlington Garden?
Whew! Thank goodness it isn’t a troll.
Fairy door, fairy windows, fairy lantern and a fairy swing at Arlington Garden in Pasadena.