Best of 2007--Air, Earth, and Fire

AIR

In the Breeze

Hermosa Pier, Hermosa Beach, California

31 July 2007

EARTH

The Golden State

The Grapevine, Highway 5, California

November 2007

FIRE

After the Fire

Malibu, California

31 December 2007

Best of 2007--Water

Somewhere I read a blog (I think I remember where, but I don't have time to make sure and put the link up cuz we're on the way out the door to attend a wedding, and I will do that as soon as I have time) about posting your favorite or best photo for 2007. UPDATE: the meme about posting your favorite photo of 2007 originated here: http://neulekirppu.wordpress.com/ . The blog is written in Finnish. I saw the reference to the meme here: http://saraandherblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/favorite-photo-from-2007.html . I have thought about it and looked through all my photos, but I could not choose just one. So, I am going to post, over the next few days, the Best of 2007: Water, Earth, Air and Fire. I am supposed to tell when, where, what and which camera. All the photos were taken with my sweet little Canon Power Shot SD 600.

WATER

Woman Against the Sea

Manhattan Beach Pier, Manhattan Beach, California

31 July 2007

The Green Year

Sometimes, some years, someone finds just the right present for me for Christmas. This year, my brother and my sister in law who was also my best friend in high school hit the jack pot. They mailed me a book from their Christmas tree farm in Oregon.

SIL Flower and I have a penchant for reading nature books. More than ten years ago she found a book in her small town library, checked it out and read it, called me and said, "You've got to read this book!" My library in a small town on the other side of metropolitan Portland didn't have the book, so Flower checked out her library's copy again and loaned it to me. I read it and called her and said, "I want to own this book so I can reread it whenever I want!"

But, alas, as these stories often go, we couldn't find another copy of the book anywhere. Not even at Powell's. So Flower asked the librarian if she could buy the book from the library.

The library lady pulled up the check out history on the book and told her, "We can't sell the book because it has been checked out within the past seven years."

"But, I'm the only person who has ever checked it out, and I'm the only one who wants it!"

"No, sorry," was the answer.

Flower and I talked about the book occasionally and looked in used bookstores when and where ever we traveled. No book.

A few weeks ago, I got an email from Flower.

"You're going to love your present!" she wrote. "What's your new address?"

The package came on the 23rd. I put it intact by the other gifts, didn't even take the gifts out of the mailing envelope. I knew if I once started the opening process, I wouldn't stop and wait for Christmas morning.

9:00am December 25th: The phone rings. It's the Brother and Flower calling to wish us Merry Christmas.

"Do you like your present?"

"I haven't opened it yet. We're waiting for the Boy to wake up."

"Open it NOW!"

So I handed the phone to The Professor and he reported my reaction to them.

"She's jumping up and down, clutching the book and hugging it."

The perfect gift.

The Green Year by Barbara Webster. 1956. First edition.

The story of Barbara and her husband Ed's green year, the year they 'took off' to be home, to just BE.

How vainly men themselves amaze

To win the palm, the oak, or bays,

While all the flowers and trees do close

To weave the garlands of repose!

Annihilating all that's made

To a green thought in a green shade.

Andrew Marvell

Merry Christmas!

Wishing All a Very Merry Christmas and Blessed New Year

Willow and The Professor

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Willow's Cottage

A Bandung Christmas

Bandung is a large city on the western end of the island of Java, in Indonesia. It is up in the mountains northeast of Jakarta, about three hours' train ride away from the national capital. Bandung is a university city. In 1979, when we went there to study Bahasa Indonesia (the Indonesian language) there were five universities in Bandung.

We lived in Bandung for ten months. Our main responsibility was to become fluent in Indonesian, which we did. At the time we had two children, aged four and two. In fact, they had their fourth and second birthdays within weeks after we arrived in Bandung. When we left Los Angeles in July, we were allotted six suitcases for the four of us because the little one wasn't yet two and didn't get luggage allowance. We had to take our own bedding, clothes and personal items for our ten month stay because all the rest of our possessions were being shipped (literally) to Irian Jaya (now Papua). Christmas decorations weren't high on the list of items to pack in the suitcases.

I wanted our first Christmas in our new country to be remembered. So I went to the fabric bazaar (the one where foreign women got pinched walking through the aisles, but that's another story) and found some aida cloth and embroidery floss. You may know that Indonesia was for four hundred years a colony of The Netherlands, so the concept of cross stitch was not unfamiliar. I bought red fabric and some ribbons, and I cross stitched and sewed Christmas stockings for our pre schoolers.

I also stitched four little tree decorations. We didn't have a tree, but I hung them on a string in the living room. The tree was The Professor's, the nutcracker, Chaplain Dan's, and the candles were mine. Kiti's angel has gone to Phoenix to live on her tree.

One little known fact about living in the tropics that we learned early on is that metal WILL rust in the damp and humid climate. Evidently I left a metal hanger in the Christmas box one year.

Every year when I pull out the Christmas decorations and see 'Bandung Christmas 1979', I am transported back to that land of bananas, coconuts, terraced rice fields, active volcanoes, and rambutan fruit. The first time we ate rambutan in Bandung was that Christmas because rambutan season lasts only three weeks in December. We bought a stalk of the red spidery looking round balls, split open the peel with our thumb nails and tasted the sweetest sweetest fruit in the world. A Bandung Christmas!

Another Thing About Teaching Kindergarten

I have another cold. I am sure that one of the kindergarteners gave it to me. They've all been sneezing, snuffling and sniffing and they also do things like chew on pencils and snack bags that I have to touch. I use hand sanitizer, but some times the little germs get past my defenses.

I realized last night that the sneezes did not have anything to do with an allergy. By the time I went to bed, I had all the classic cold symptoms. I did make it to church this morning but after that I came home and sat on the family room sofa. Actually I reclined, lay down, rested in a supine position. I haven't much energy.

Nevertheless, I'll be up and at school in the morning. Only four more days of school until break. I wonder how many children will be absent either because they are already gone on vacation or because they have colds too.

Traditions, Continued

A Christmas tradition that my mother, her mother, and probably HER mother's mother, passed down to me, and that I have passed on to my children, is baking Christmas cookies. Not just any Christmas cookies, but Grandma Graf''s Sugar Cookies.

The recipe for these not-too-sweet-even-when-frosted sugar cookies has been a family favorite for possibly 100 years. I bake some of these every year. This involves buying shortening, eggs, real vanilla, and buttermilk and, most importantly, choosing which cookie cutters to use. My grandmother and mother collected cookie cutters and their collections were eventually handed down to me. There were old, old ones that I remember using to cut out the sugar cookie dough at Grandma's house on the hillside when I was a little girl. Bells, rabbits, stars, flowers, crescent moons, trees, scotty dogs.

You can see that the cutters are well used and well loved. They're smashed, scratched and dented. But they still work just fine.

Through the years, Mom and Grandma branched out from the usual trees, bells and gingerbread men and acquired all kinds of non-Christmas cutters like cats, horses, cars, hearts, and teapots.

Last summer, I decided to share my collection with my children. They all chose their favorites and carried them back to their homes to start their own cookie cutter collections and their own baking traditions.

I shared the family recipe with my sister in law and she makes them at their house on the Christmas tree farm in Oregon. My brother prefers his cookies unfrosted, although I have never figured out why. The more confectioner's sugar and vanilla flavoring, the better, in my estimation.

Come on over to Willow's Cottage and enjoy some Christmas cookies with me!

Teaching Kindergarten

A job is a job, most of the time. You can hate your job or love it. My job is okay and I'm okay at it. But some days, I've just gotta laugh at kindergarteners!

One of my duties is to correct the homework. Each week we focus on a letter and the students draw or cut out pictures of objects that begin with that letter. For example, M. Moose, Mom. Or T. Truck, Turkey.

This week's letter was V. So we looked at pictures of Vases, Vacuums, Vests, Vultures, Volcanoes. The homework pages reflected what we had learned about the letter V during class. Except for one little guy. He chose to cut out pictures of Variety Pack (cereal) and

VODKA!

Sometimes my job makes me laugh.

Traditions

All over Blogland, people are posting photos of Christmas decorations and writing about their traditions. I have been reading and imagining having those traditions in our family. I have realized through the years since returning to the US and living here that, during those years when we lived in Papua, we didn't have a lot of traditions other than just being together during Christmastime. Of course we had Christmas stockings on Christmas mornings and we six had presents we gave each other and goodies that our families would send us by slow slow mail. Our moms would go to the post office in September and send off the presents for their grandchildren and would hope the boxes wouldn't be lost, stolen, damaged or late. There wasn't much one could purchase in the stores in Manokwari in those years in the early 1980s. And if we were interior in one of the villages, there was nothing at all because there were no stores.

Christmas in Papua, Indonesia was mostly about going to church on Christmas Day and visiting people on December 26th, which was Second Day Christmas (Hari Natal Kedua). But it was wonderful because the older children were home from boarding school and we could all be together. We played Scrabble, Uno, Oh No Ninety-nine, and Hearts. We put together puzzles. We read "The Best Christmas Pageant Ever" every year, and then we would choose a book for The Professor to read to us--a nice long chapter-after-chapter book. We'd read after lunch while everyone in the whole country rested, we'd read after dinnner, The Professor sitting by the kerosene lamp so he could see the print--there was no electricity in the village, and in town at the Bible School, the generators were turned off at 10pm, so if we wanted to finish that last chapter we had to fire up the kerosene pressure lamp.

When we left Papua and moved to Oregon, we each were allotted three suitcases by the airline to carry our worldly possessions. We sold almost everything-- toys, pots, pans, dishes, decorations, and we shipped our boxes of books home by slow slow boat.

There wasn't much in the way of Christmas that made the cut in those suitcases. So we started over making traditions and gathering Christms memories. I'd like to share three of them.

Many years ago, maybe 35 years ago, before my brother married my sister in law, she gave our grandma a hand blown glass Christmas tree. Grandma put it out every year and I remember seeing it on her piano when I was home one Christmas to visit. When Grandma passed away, my mom took it and put it out on her piano. After my mom was gone and my dad moved into a nursing home, I brought the little glass tree to my house and I have put it out every year in Willow's Cottage. It's only 6 or 7 inches high.

Even longer ago, before I met The Professor, my mom made a ceramic candle lamp. You can see that at one point, the flame was broken and reglued. I put it up every year, not because I think it's beautiful, but because my mom made it.

In the 1980s we lived near Chicago for two winters while The Professor was working at the hq of the mission we were working with. We stayed in a 3 bedroom furnished apartment and again had brought only our clothing with us from Papua. I found this nutcracker the first December we lived there, and took it back to Papua, and eventually to Oregon, and now to California.

Wherever we have lived, we've enjoyed an Advent wreath with candles. This year I chose an evergreen and pine cone wreath and white pillar candles.

What are our favorite traditions? Drinking eggnog. Singing Christmas carols and listening to Boney M's Christmas, Handel's Messiah, Nat King Cole's Christmas carols. Sending Christmas cards. Spending time with our family. Putting up Christmas lights and decorating our Christmas tree.


What are your traditions?

Monday, Monday

This is how I am spending my Monday afternoon. I am drinking Earl Grey tea from a Christmas mug. It somehow seems better to use a mug instead of a tea cup for tea during the Christmas season. There's something about a festive mug that is just right. My mother gave me this mug in the early 1990s. After we returned to the US and moved to Oregon, we celebrated only four Christmases with her before she passed away of cancer. She gave each of the six of us a mug. I got the church mug, The Professor got a stocking mug, Kiti and MamaMia had candycanes and the boys had snowmen. We use them every year for coffee, tea or eggnog, and when the children have gotten married and started their own Christmas traditions, I've sent the mugs along with them to their homes.

I enjoy sending Christmas cards. This year I've gotten a late start, so my goal is to address twenty cards a day until I am finished. Every year in the week after Christmas, I shop at the stationery store and choose the next year's cards and pay 25% of the original cost.

This is what we are having for dinner.

CROCKPOT CRANBERRY BEEF ROAST

16 oz can cranberry sauce
1/3 c French dressing
1 sliced onion
3 lbs beef roast

Place all ingredients in crockpot, cover and cook on High for 4 hours or Low for 8 hours.

I think I'll serve the beef roast with mashed potatoes, green beans and salad.

Ready For The Week

It's Sunday night, and here at Willow's Cottage, The Professor and I are relaxing a little before I pull out the math and language arts teacher manuals and do some prep for the coming week.

Thank you so very much for your thoughts and prayers for my tests yesterday. I was surprisingly calm and cool and collected. I won't know the results of the tests until mid January, which is fine with me. It's out of my mind now, and I can't do anything about it, anyway.

So.

I can focus on the remaining nine days of kindergarten before we have time off for Christmas break. I can also start thinking about Christmas! I pulled my decorations and Christmas mugs out of the closet and we are going to have some eggnog in our favorite mugs. I found my Christmas cards and began writing my list. I really do enjoy sending Christmas cards and receiving them, too.

It's a start. No more Bah Humbug.

My December Garden

When The Professor and I moved Willow's Cottage out of Los Angeles and to Camarillo last summer, we found our garden adorned with nine (9!) camellia bushes, two in front and seven along the side of the house. Camellias are not my favorite bush flowers mainly because of the mess that the blooms make when they fade and fall off the bushes. My only experience with camellias is from my grandmother's Portland garden. She had camellias all across the front of her large hillside porch. I mentioned to one of my new neighbors that I intended to pull some of them out after they bloomed in the spring. She gazed at me a moment and quietly stated, "Those camellias bloom at different times throughout the year." I have discovered her statement to be true. This bush with its variegated pink and white blossoms is in its last stages of bloom.

This bush is just starting to bloom

as is this one.

I may change my mind about the camellias. They really are quite pretty and I find I like the idea of different bushes blooming all year long.

Yesterday I went out and walked around and watered the back garden, which basically starts beyond the walkway behind the house and extends up one terraced section and the hillside for about twenty or thirty feet. I decided to take snapshots of what is blooming back there, mostly so I will know what I have and can make informed decisions about what to pull out and what to keep once planting season starts.


Honeysuckle (I think)

Brilliant purple ground cover. The plant is brittle and its gray color does nothing to endear itself to me.

Two more ground cover bushes, lavender and white. Ground covers are important components to a hillside garden. They keep the neighbor's house where it belongs, on the street above me.

Bright red berries on a bush that looks like it was slashed with a machete. It stands alone in the middle of the ground cover and on its left maybe five feet away is an oleander bush almost completely engulfed in cape honeysuckle vines that have sneaked over uninvited from the next door neighbor's garden. I have my work cut out for me up there in the spring.

I brought a pot with me from Los Angeles filled with the ubiquitous lobelia and impatients. It's living quite happily on the terraced section next to the pots of rosemary, catnip and mint.

I am still considering putting the white iceberg roses just above the terrace in the back, sort of like a second tier. I'd like to plant them with other white flowers like cosmos and allysium. One concern we have is water conservation, so I will have to balance using plants I am familiar with from Oregon where water usually isn't a great concern and branching out with new plants that are used in water wise and native gardens.

It's A Small World After All

Have you ever been to Disneyland in California and gone on the ride It's A Small World? Or have you ever sung the little song with the same name that plays over and over while you are on the ride?

It's a small world after all,

It's a small world after all,

It's a small world after all,

It's a small, small world!

There are many connections around the world especially now with email, cell phones and blogs.

Several months ago I stumbled, and who remembers how, across a blog titled, Ramblings From an English Garden. I love anything English and I love gardens, so I clicked on it, and found my way to Barbara's blog.

Do you do this? Do you look at the side bar links and randomly click on interesting sounding blogs? Who could resist a blog named Much Ado About Something? It's right out of Shakespeare. So I began regularly reading Sara's blog.

One day, Sara happened to mention a place in her home town and I realized she lived in the town where I attended church until we moved to Camarillo. It turns out that we had actually attended the same church for over four years and normally sat about twenty feet away from each other. But we had never met. This may sound strange to people who attend churches with small congregations, but our church is quite large.

The Professor and I were back in the Los Angeles area over the weekend and attended the morning service at our old church. I had let Sara know and we arranged to meet after church. It was just like seeing an old friend who I hadn't seen for a long time. And we were able to meet CT, Sara's husband, as well.

What a Small World!

Knitting Helps

Knitting helps me get through my hundreds of pages of reading about culture, literacy, and assessments. I pulled out my moss stitch scarf to work on while I read through tens of pages about culture, the intercultural educator, and culturally responsive schooling.

I have to admit that the chapter on assessments was so dense and information intensive that I couldn't knit and read at the same time as my yellow high lighter holding hand was too busy marking important phrases.

This lovely yarn is 80% alpaca, 20% silk and because it is light blue, I think I will keep this scarf to wear myself. It will be my reward when I finish studying and testing on Saturday.

Additional Note about the Green Sweater

I want to mention one more thing about the sweater I knitted for Kiti and mailed off to her yesterday.

The pattern for the green sweater is from Interweave Knits Summer 2006 edition. I had been looking around on the internet for an appropriate pattern for her and this was the only one I found that would be suitable.

The ribbing pattern used throughout makes a very stretchy knit. The buttons on the sides can be undone if the sweater is tight.

The name of the pattern is the Mommy Snug.

Yes! Did you get it?

I'm going to be a GRANDMA!

I am going to get to know that road between Camarillo and Phoenix, Arizona really well. And my grandbaby is going to have a handknitted sweater for every season.

Green Sweater

The green sweater has been mailed off, but I have some photos to show you and since Blogger is being nice to me today, I have been able to upload them.

The pullover is made from Brown Sheep Company's Cotton Fleece (80% cotton/20% merino wool), Wild Sage.

Knit 2, purl 2 ribbing throughout with cute little mock cables on the v-neck, cuffs, and hem.

Cables on the V-neckline

Cables and buttons on the cuffs

and on the side at the hemline.

I like the detailing on the neck. After picking up stitches around the neck, I knit six rows of stockinette and instead of binding off, I folded the edging and sewed the live stitches to the inside of the neck on the pick-up row.

This sweater was fun to knit, especially since it is a gift for my dear daughter Kiti. It was also a quick knit. And I love the green color, just right for Christmas.

It rained today. We really need the rain, and it did sound so cozy. I woke this morning to the tap, tap of the raindrops on the roof, reminding me of the rainy mornings of my childhood in Oregon. This afternoon after running errands to the post office, sewing machine repair shop and Trader Joe's, we stopped to sit a bit, have some coffee comfort while I read another chapter in TCLADH.

And then this evening we watched The Solid Gold Cadillac, a black and white movie, a comedy about a young woman who foils the attempts of crooked tycoons trying to take over a company in which she owns a mere ten shares of stock. What a cute movie, and the best part is the last scene that shows a lady sitting in the stockholders' meeting knitting a pair of socks.

Bah Humbug

I am not yet into the Christmas spirit.

Bah humbug! Blogger won't let me upload photos of my finished green sweater.

Bah humbug! I have more than 100 pages of my textbook to read, study, memorize, digest, understand, comprehend, contextualize, strategize, whatever, in the next week so I will be prepared to take the three exams for CTEL (Certification for Teaching English Learners) on December 8th (I had the date wrong, oops!). The text is titled The Crosscultural, Language, and Academic Development Handbook, A Complete K-12 Reference Guide and it is 344 pages of very dense educationese language. I have been reading every afternoon until I am too sleepy to continue marking important phrases and sentences with my yellow highlighter and then typing up notes on the laptop for studying next week. I'd much rather be writing a Christmas letter and addressing Christmas cards, but I cannot focus on anything but the test prep. I just don't have time.

Bah humbug! I don't feel like I can take the time tonight to drive up to Ventura for knitting night at Anacapa Fine Yarns. I'd love to go and sit with other knitters and talk about my Christmas present plans and the fact that the green sweater is ready to be mailed off to Kiti tomorrow. But, bah humbug, I really need to read one more chapter of TCLADH tonight.

I will get into the Christmas spirit on December 9th. It would also help if blogger would let me show off the finished sweater.

The Golden State

When I was a little girl, our family would take our summer vacation in August, and every year we would drive from Portland to San Francisco. My parents loved that town and they loved the drive down the Pacific Coast through the Redwoods--those magnificent towering green giants.



Now I was a Portland girl. I was used to big tall Douglas fir trees, miles and miles of them in the forests, covering Mt. Hood and the coastal mountains. Green was everywhere, and trees were everywhere, and I took it all for granted.



When I was seventeen we moved to a small town not too far east of San Francisco. And then when I was eighteen, I moved to Los Angeles for college. I had never been to LA before, and it was a shock.



My brother and I were driving south and we came to The Grapevine. This is the section of Hwy 5 that winds through the mountains from the south end of California's Central Valley and over into Los Angeles County. The name accurately describes the winding road--grapevine--all twisty and curly. The highest pass has an elevation of 4, 144 feet so there were steep uphill climbs and plenty of curves.



One would expect The Grapevine to reflect to color of the plant--green. But it didn't.



As I said, it was a shock. The Grapevine wasn't green. Nope. It was yellow and brown. And it was hot. Like over 100 degrees. My brother's Oregon car engine wasn't used to that kind of weather and it overheated. We rehydrated the car and climbed back in and started up the last hills and passed a sign that said, "Angeles National Forest". Ummmm. There were no trees here. Is this a forest? Hahaha! Not like our green majestic forests at home in Oregon!



Back in those days of the San Francisco road trips, I noticed the California state slogan was "The Golden State". I asked my dad one day, "Why is California called the golden state?" He replied, "It's because the hills are gold, not green." Because he was my dad, of course I believed him. I think he must have been teasing me. California is The Golden State because the California Gold Rush of 1849 was the impetus that launched California into its run toward statehood in the United States. I didn't know my American history then.



I have traveled up and down The Grapevine too many times to count in the years since that first trip south to Los Angeles. We drove it twice each direction just in this month. It was cooler in November than it was that August afternoon when I was eighteen, but it still looks much the same.

Still Golden.

More Malibu Fires

Yes, it's true. Malibu is burning again.

The Professor told me when I woke up yesterday morning in Chula Vista, "It looks like we'll be taking the 101 Fwy home today instead of driving up Hwy 1 (Pacific Coast Hwy). There's another fire in Malibu and the road is closed."

As we were driving the freeway north toward the coast and home we could see the plumes of smoke in almost the exact same place as last month's fire. I was going to take a photo but I realized it would look just like the pictures I had taken last month. The headlines of today's Daily News read "Deja vu in Malibu". You can read the stories and see an interactive map on their website, http://www.dailynews.com/. The interactive map shows evacuation areas and burn lines.

Thankfully, the fire is not affecting us other than changing our travel plans a little yesterday. We are, however, keeping an eye and an ear alert for any changes. The winds have died down and it is cloudy today; better weather for fighting fires.

I have been gone for the last four weekends, visiting family, helping my daughter pack to move, celebrating Thanksgiving. Now I will be focusing on three things:

Christmas

Chaplain Dan's deployment

CTEL tests I have to study for and take on December 10th.

I'm sure I'll need to take many knitting breaks, so I am planning my projects:

Final touches on green sweater for Kiti.

Gifts for friends for Christmas. Sorry, no sneak peeks.

Baby blanket.

Baby sweater.

Final finishing touches on Aran sweater.

Finish blue Cashsoft sweater I started for myself last summer. Remember this?

Do you have knitting projects planned to keep you rested and refreshed during this busy season?

The Princess Publishes Her Thanksgiving List

After reading my I Am Thankful list, The Princess decided to write up a Thanksgiving list of her own.

She is thankful for

sand dollars
fizzy lemonade
Pizza Hut that delivers
ready made chocolate chip cookie dough
dvd rental machines in the grocery store
walks on the beach

And the Marine PFC's sister (both of whom celebrated Thanksgiving with us) is thankful for

being able to rescue her brother from being stuffed into a stranger's car at Camp Pendleton and whisked off to a well wisher's home for Thanksgiving dinner (which is actually a very thoughtful thing that many Oceanside families do for lonely Marines far away from home)

and like any proper Middle Earth lore lover-- good food, good friends, and South Farthing Longbottom weed

Chaplain Dan, Marine PFC, The Marine (who is married to MamaMia)

Black Friday

Black Friday. The day of all the days of the year I avoid stores and shopping. I choose not to buy anything on Black Friday, although for me it's not that big a deal as I so thoroughly dislike shopping at the best and easiest of times. Why would I want to shop on the busiest day of the year?

MamaMia works part time in retail, so she had to report for work at 2:30pm today. The rest of us left at the Thanksgiving Day location scattered in different directions, some to Barnes and Noble or Best Buy, one to the sofa in the living room armed with a good book, The Princess and I to the beach for a stroll in the sand.

The wind surfers were out in full force at Silver Strand State Beach. The park is located on the sand-spit that forms the outer edge of San Diego Bay between Coronado and Imperial Beach. The point in the northern distance is Point Loma on the north end of San Diego.

To the south is Imperial Beach. And beyond that, Mexico.

Sand dollars lay in the sand at the water's edge. The beach lover in me had to pick up several specimens and carry them home. The sand has gold flecks, not silver, so I wonder why the beach is called Silver Strand; it should be Gold Strand.

Another thing to be thankful for: beaches to explore!

I Am Thankful

I am thankful for

my husband The Professor
my children
a pleasant home
good friends
knitting needles and yarn
natural beauty around me
the opportunity for a good education
books
military men and women who protect me
electricity
running water
hot water
physical safety
financial security
God who loves me and saved me by His grace
coffee
tea
clean water
a rewarding job
my grand kitties
my bicycle

A number of years ago when The Professor and I were newly back living in the US, we were struck by our appreciation of some simple pleasures we had not had in Indonesia. We came up with our Three Great Goods in Life list.

For us, The Three Great Goods in Life are:

A comfortable bed
A hot shower
A good cup of coffee

May we all be thankful for the simple pleasures.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

We are in Chula Vista, down near the Mexican border, celebrating Thanksgiving at MamaMia's.  I'm not even sure what the final people count for dinner will be because it keeps changing all the time what with friends and Marines coming and going.  At this moment, the count is either 14 or 16.

I want to wish all my dear readers (isn't that such a great Victorian phrase?) a very Happy Thanksgiving!

Signs of the Season

Gardening in Southern California regularly surprises me. I grew up in Oregon and after leaving there at age 17 and moving around the world a few times (literally), I ended up back there in my hometown of Portland for 12 years. During those years, I grew a vegetable garden. I planted all my favorite flowers--hydrangeas, roses, lavender, cosmos--and learned how to pull up the tomato plants after the first frost killed them, how to protect the roses from the 15 degree cold snaps that Portland would occasionally endure.

Then I moved to Southern California.

This is the place where my potted tomato plants winter over from year to year. These little cherry tomatoes are on a bush that is finishing up its third year in the pot. Look! Do you see the six little green tomatoes? And the yellow blossoms? What is happening here? It's NOVEMBER, it's THANKSGIVING.

The camellias in my grandma's Oregon garden and later on in my garden bloomed in early spring. Here in Camarillo, my camellias (all nine bushes) are blooming in NOVEMBER.




This David Austen rose is named Mayflower. It smells wonderful and its old fashioned petals open up and curl a little and then they quickly wilt and drop off leaving a sweet memory on the steps by my front porch. Its mommy was Mary Rose and I think its daddy was Gertrude Jekyll. I had a potted Mary Rose on my south facing porch in Oregon. It died one coldish winter. The Gertrude Jekyll rose that I planted in memory of my mother whose name was Gertrude grew near the mailbox by my driveway. I dutifully cut back its bare branches every February.

It's NOVEMBER and my Mayflower rose is blooming its little heart out.

The seasons are all mixed up down here. Is it the influence of nearby Hollywood where no one or nothing is allowed to grow old in the land of eternal youth?

No, it's just the weather, the California Mediterranean climate that brings us poinsettia trees perenially growing larger and larger, flowering out with those big, floppy red blooms most of the year, not those wimpy little Christmas house plants that bloom once and then never bloom again and you throw them in your compost bin in February. Zone 23 in the Sunset Western Garden Book.

This morning, the temperature was 51 degrees and it was foggy when I left for work, and I was freezing. Shivering, I drove the six miles to school wearing a long sleeved shirt and a sweater. I layed a sweatshirt over my legs, and I pulled on my gloves because the steering wheel was cold. Now the sun is out and it's in the low 60s.

It may be Thanksgiving week, but it's not an Oregon November.