A long-billed Curlew searches for lunch just north of Malibu. They migrate from Northern California to winter in Southern California. It was the first full day of autumn, and it seemed only appropriate that we should play hooky by going to the beach and soaking up the vestiges of summer rays. The air was calm …
Drivin’ the I-5
IT WAS OUR FIRST ROAD TRIP since the pandemic, an eight-hour drive from Southern California to the Sacramento area. On the way north, we took I-5 (also known as "The Five" in Southern California parlance). The I-5 can take you from Mexico to Canada (and I've driven the full extent, though not in one trip). …
A little tribute to my big sister
NOT TOO MANY years ago, sister Claudia came to visit Sherry and me in the San Francisco Bay Area. Claudia had brought her treasured bike, a gift from her siblings upon her 60th birthday in 2010. It was a bright pink Schwinn with a basket in the front, and she loved her two-wheeled vehicle. We …
Our Ladybug Picnic
We have a favorite little beach we frequent just north of Malibu. It's just a 20-minute drive from home. It's well off the proverbial "beaten path," but, being the introverts that we are, we want to ensure that we have the place mostly to ourselves, away from boisterous people, especially those with dogs off leashes. …
Rules of the Road for Driving in L.A.
Los Angeles is a big place and in its own world. This is especially true when driving. The rules of the road apply a bit differently to L.A. drivers, so before you roll, it’s good to know what you’re in for. To begin with, those little white lines separating lanes are merely a suggestion. L.A. …
This place is for the birds
There was a time, not so long ago, when we could do whatever we wanted at our humble domicile. But then our avian friends arrived, and they decided that “Su casa es mi casa.” They just moved right in, without even asking permission.. In fact, they seem to have quite the attitude, as though we …
Our little corner of the world
We hail from different hemispheres of the globe. I am a New England boy and Sherry, although born in Canada, claims Mauritius as her homeland. For those of you who don't know, the island nation of Mauritius lies smack dab in the middle of the Indian Ocean. After Sherry and I met, traveled the world, …
Ooh, baby, it’s a wild world
If you look closely, you will see evidence of an aphid attack on our new rose blooms. https://videopress.com/v/TGy1FMhp?preloadContent=metadata A hawk dogfight. OUR BACK YARD seamlessly flows into open space, and from our vantage point on the patio, it’s one big high-def, wrap-around entertainment center for watching nature at work. While sipping coffee, a coyote might …
The best-tasting oatmeal, without even cooking
When I was a kid, my younger brother disliked two things: school and oatmeal. In a brilliant use of reverse psychology, dear old Dad told him: “If you don’t eat your oatmeal, you’re not going to school.” It worked. It turns out Little Brother was not the only human to scoff at consuming what is …
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