A couple of weeks ago, I went out to the Gerry Ranch and helped my friend the Blueberry Lady do some cleaning. We enjoyed our time scrubbing, vacuuming and sweeping. Blueberry Lady and I have a long history together, cleaning. We were friends and singers in a women's trio, roommates after college, and we have kept our friendship alive and interesting in various ways during the decades since then.
I asked her to reciprocate in the cleaning last week, so she came over and we scrubbed, vacuumed and swept for awhile.
Then we had tea. I grabbed my camera and took a quick photo before the muffins and scones disappeared.
Blueberry Lady and I are charter members of an exclusive club, CA or Cleaners Anonymous. It's true, we like to clean. We realize that this may be an illness, a chronic sort of disability. When we meet for tea (and cleaning) we start our meetings like this: "I'm Willow and I like to clean."
This afternoon, Blueberry Lady and I took a little walk on the ranch with her sister who is visiting. (We promised we wouldn't clean anything or even talk about cleaning.) The lemon trees are truly gone now, pulled out and chipped up. We did not expect to find any ripe blueberries along the rows and rows of plants, but there were a few, just enough to pick and pop in our mouths as we completed our tour of the fields.
We were fortunate to have time for a circuit of the property during a dry spell. Yes, it's true. It is raining! We are so happy to have some precipitation! It will help so much to control the forest fires.
As I drove home, I thought I had been transported to the Pacific Northwest. It wasn't just the rain, the wet roads, the swish-swish of the windshield wipers, it was also the dry, brown leaves on the ground, filling the gutters, covering the sidewalks. The Santa Ana winds of last week had whipped the trees of their leaves and it looked just like Oregon in October.
By the time I got home, it was too dark to photograph the aran sweater. Photo shoot tomorrow!