An ancient land, familiar yet lost. Backed up to the foothills under the majestic archetectural oaks sits a peaceful family of four warmed by the winter sun. Fueled by the lengthening days and embodying the here and now, I embark upon my first blog post.
Surrounded by subtle cues of winters embrace I feel fortunate to feel the suns daily graces. I've spent the past decade surrounded by a rainforest, green, thriving and alive. Until now, the several deepening shades of yellowing grasses had escaped me. It's mind blowing to see the grass sway in the wind, dancing back and forth to the tune of mother earths song. To see the hills colors change daily with the changing seasons. Being back nestled up to the foothills has brought much needed warmth and thaw to our lives.
Taking it all in, smelling the dry grass on a hot day, or watching the wind carry the dry leaves off the oaks like a snow flurry. My body feels alive and captivated by my new surroundings. I feel as though it has been years since my feet felt planted and rooted into the ground as they do now. Relief over comes me with strength like the mighty oak, and with the grace of a mother fox caring for her young. My love affair could go on and on...but now to the good stuff.
Crimson and sweet manzanita berries have filled our baskets and sweetened our teas. This month, although late in the season has brought an abundance of native foods. Again new to my eyes that finally are in focus, every where we look is natures treasures.
Quince, Arbutus and Arctostaphyllus are Blooming and the bees continue their work. What should the next project be? Madrone wine, 'strawberry' jam? A wooden heart made from pallets...
I welcome the New Year and look forward to the adventures that await.
