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Spring; sleepy
Feb. 10th, 2004 01:01 pmI haven't been getting enough sleep. Suddenly, I'm so, so fatigued. I'm not a napper - I've napped during the day maybe a half dozen times in my adult life outside of hospital stays - but if there were a place to lie down, I'd nap right now.
It's early spring in Northern California. The last several days have been gorgeous. Clear, blue skies. It's cold, though, somewhere in the 50's. The sky is incredibly clear. A cold wind from somewhere has cleaned the air.
On the mountain, wild white flowering plants are in bloom. Something resembling the elk ear, with a purple blossom, is out, but it's early yet for purple and yellow wildflowers, except for the bane of my and everyone else's yard, oxalis, which is in a riot of yellow trumpet bloom in my yard. One wild iris was blooming at the top of the slope down Yolanda to Phoenix Lake. They look alot like store or homegrown purple iris, but the stems are only 4-6 inches tall. A tree I don't recognize yet has joined the buckeyes in budding. They're sprouting tiny pale green squirrel-tail hanging things. I supppose I should take a botany class.
Someone put glitter inside the altar tree. Humph. Their bad. The unwritten rule is that you only put in it what can be taken out of it later, since impermanence is its nature. You'd have to excavate to get all the glitter out. Bah.
S. didn't want to hike Bald Mt. last weekend - the problem with mountains is that once you're at the top, you have to come down. Hard on knees. So we hiked up Oak Tree Junction Trail, down Yolanda, around Phoenix a little, up Fish Gulch, and across my new favorite, Concrete Pipe fire road. Hardly anyone uses it, and you traverse rock slides, grasslands, madrone forest, redwoods, and my favorite, a few primordial corners with giant rocks, waterfalls, and a thick sense of wild behind them.
It's early spring in Northern California. The last several days have been gorgeous. Clear, blue skies. It's cold, though, somewhere in the 50's. The sky is incredibly clear. A cold wind from somewhere has cleaned the air.
On the mountain, wild white flowering plants are in bloom. Something resembling the elk ear, with a purple blossom, is out, but it's early yet for purple and yellow wildflowers, except for the bane of my and everyone else's yard, oxalis, which is in a riot of yellow trumpet bloom in my yard. One wild iris was blooming at the top of the slope down Yolanda to Phoenix Lake. They look alot like store or homegrown purple iris, but the stems are only 4-6 inches tall. A tree I don't recognize yet has joined the buckeyes in budding. They're sprouting tiny pale green squirrel-tail hanging things. I supppose I should take a botany class.
Someone put glitter inside the altar tree. Humph. Their bad. The unwritten rule is that you only put in it what can be taken out of it later, since impermanence is its nature. You'd have to excavate to get all the glitter out. Bah.
S. didn't want to hike Bald Mt. last weekend - the problem with mountains is that once you're at the top, you have to come down. Hard on knees. So we hiked up Oak Tree Junction Trail, down Yolanda, around Phoenix a little, up Fish Gulch, and across my new favorite, Concrete Pipe fire road. Hardly anyone uses it, and you traverse rock slides, grasslands, madrone forest, redwoods, and my favorite, a few primordial corners with giant rocks, waterfalls, and a thick sense of wild behind them.