I made this graphic on Tuesday morning, before the Palisades Fire ripped through Malibu and burned down our house and everything in it. Food for thought, as we slowly replace myriad items that have been vaporised.
We have literally been dispossessed. Strange days.
Now that the sycamores have dropped their leaves, it’s easy to see the parasitic plants. I wondered how mistletoe seeds can get a hold on the underside of their hosts’ branches. Turns out the seeds are sticky!
Lovely winter’s morning hike with many moments of delight. Lots of shades of buff, tan, and grey, but also some surprising new green popping up, despite the lack of rain so far.
I notice, I wonder …
Ironing our linen tea towels is one of my weekly pleasures. They have all been either gifted to me (many of them handprinted by my sister) or purchased as special souvenirs. Most are stained and showing signs of work and wear. As I iron them, I’m grateful for their utility and for the memories they bring. I feel kind of hugged by them, and in the act of gentle pressing and folding, I hug them back.
There were lots of hermit crabs scooting around in the tide pools. A pair of them got into a bit of a scrimmage; actually, one attacked the other, who fought back for a bit then scuttled away, with the larger one in pursuit. They were in shells of the same species, and the crabs too seemed to be of the same species—their “feet” were light-coloured. I wonder what the fight was about. Maybe they were just feeling crabby.
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