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lunch-time walk

 

If you are seeking creative ideas, go out walking. Angels whisper to a man when he goes for a walk. ~ Raymond Inmon

 

Thoughts come clearly while one walks.  ~ Thomas Mann

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spider lilies

More flowers from another visit to my Grandmother’s garden…

Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair…  ~ Susan Polis Shutz

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jeweled tones

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

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abalone shells

One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach; one can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few.  ~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh

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more succulents

Here is just a small sampling of the pictures I took of succulent plants while in Monterey, Pacific Grove and Carmel. I am constantly intrigued with the shapes, sizes and colors of succulents.

“In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.” ~ Aristotle

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weekend trip ~ instagram style

on the road, bags & pillows packed, many flowers photo’d, monterey hostel (where shall we go next)

fabric & yarn shops, feeding the birds, walking on rocks, mom & daughters

watching the waves hit the rocks, walking cannery row, watching the wild life, cards & knitting in the evening

goodbye monterey, hello carmel, abalone shells for sale, i love the ocean sights & smells

more succulents & flowers, santa cruz ocean view, knitting on the road, and finally a sunset (golden gate bridge also)

it was a good trip, fun time with mom & sisters, and i come home – ocean restored….

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my love of water

I love water

~ I love to drink it, especially with a lemon wedge or two.

~ I love traveling by cruise ship, because there’s water all around and all the stops are water-front…

~ I love rain, and rainstorms, the smell of rain and the sound of rain beating on the roof of my trailer.

~ I love the sound of water, from fountains or water features, from creeks or streams, waterfalls or the ocean.

~ I love lakes, the smooth glass like surface, and puttering across them as I troll for trout.

~ I love rivers, just sitting there watching the water flow by ~ I dream of living in a houseboat on the Sacramento River.

~ I love mountain streams, I’m especially fond of the memories of the creek on my Grandparents property ~ that I grew up playing in, or sitting on a raft in the middle reading a book.

Which brings me to the OCEAN

~ I love the ocean, the sound and the sight of the waves crashing against rocks, standing in the waves feeling my feet being buried in the sand, the smell of salt water and seaweed, the salty mist and the breeze.

My soul is full of longing for the secrets of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me…   Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It’s hard for me to put into words why I like the beach so much. Everything about it is renewing for me, almost like therapy…Beach Therapy. ~ Amy Dykens

And thankfully I get to go to the ocean this weekend ~ my mom, sisters and I are going to Monterey. It will be a good time, a time of relaxing and renewing, a time of friendship and laughter. 

The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach–waiting for a gift from the sea. ~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh

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