I am hoping that we have a cool Fall this years, but I believe that it might just be a pipe dream.
Earlier this year in April, I went on a hike at Deukmejian with my Sunday morning hiking partner. Usually we do a loop that for the most part is exposed but on the advise of my friend's partner we took an alternate trail in search of waterfalls that were still flowing after the winter run off. On the trail, I spotted this feather and leaf. For whatever reason, I am fascinated by ground litter. Here, I was struck by the variety of colors, the band on the feather, the darker edges of the red leaf. On this warm first day of fall, I conjured up this image of a memorable cool day.
The day started with an early morning mist--something we call a marine layer here and we felt transported from Southern California. My hiking partner commented that she was reminded of growing up in upstate New York.
I was transfixed. Everything seemed lush, green and beautiful. It was hard to believe that we are in the midst of a severe drought. I loved how all the flowers were wearing droplets. Here is flowering Yerba Santa. I love Yerba Santa because its pale fuzzy leaves hold great curative powers. And its delicate purple flowers add a pop of color to the landscape.
On the way back down the trail, we ran into this little guy. I love to see rabbits just before Easter. Way back when, either my first or second year at college, I saw a rabbit in the evening as I walked on Campus on Good Friday. Since I had never seen a rabbit on the campus before or in fact since, I took it as a good omen. Since then, I feel a certain sense of joy when I see rabbits around Easter. And this guy just took his time posing, nibbling, posing--allowing me to get a couple of good shots. It was magical.
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