Saturday, April 19, 2014
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Sunday, April 13, 2014
There r no trees on the docks which means no shadows moving slowly across the walls of the boat as the day goes along. So these pine-tree shadows creeping in the corner during last week's vaycay in the forest seemed extra-sweet. That was a clumsy sentence but i've spent enuff time on it.
Friday, April 11, 2014
Back from Mendocino. The white lacy ruffly curtain thing is a prevalent style there. U see it in hotels, restaurants, everywhere. That and old-fashioned rocking chairs and those curvy brass beds and color combinations in the bedrooms like pale lavender and coral. Together. Not sure i could sleep in a room like that;Princess be all queasy.
Last week a certain someone spent her birthday in stunning, dazzling Mendocino.
Sun, fog, cliffs, beaches, waves, tower houses and The Corners of the Mouth.
Accommodations were in a pygmy pine forest just outside of town. The trees r just wee so it's plenty sunny all day and the sky at night is jet black with billions of stars, big as tennis balls.
In town (above) we heard someone ask "Where's the "Murder She Wrote' house?"