Peeking into the rock

We're going to Mercey Hotsprings tomorrow, and coming back the next day. We have to pack in all the food and water, though we'll be sleeping in a real bed. Go figure.

Anyway, here's me and my culvert at Snapshot Day:




And here's a chestnut-backed chickadee   house sparrow (per carandol's correction) I found at a gas station on that day:




And here's a bunch of sea lions and cormorants on Seal Rock, just off Steamer Lane:



And here's a passion flower. When I was a little girl, my friends and I would pretend they were flying saucers full of tiny aliens.




And now to bed. I'm all groggy in the daytime as it is.

These things were so disturbing, and my schedule is so hectic, that I cannot wait to share them.

( do not go below the cut unless you are not squeamish about pesticide spray and mutant roses )

first, I suppose I ought to say that Truffle seems to be getting better, which is good because I'd never stop blaming myself if she didn't, because we didn't take her to emergency yesterday.

These friday fotos are from Wednesday's farmer's market, just to add to the sense of timelessness:



This one was taken at the Mello-dee Ranch booth, which is where I get apples. There's a young man there, grandson to the matriarch I think, who's been working the booth since he was a little boy.

( more more under the cut )