Let us forget, with generosity, those who cannot love us.

~ Pablo Neruda

Some words (and things, even people really) are just more interesting out of context.

~ S

I started stacking these to hold reflections, prayerful moments.

it is fun to see them showing up up and down this little part of the trail where we walk.

There is a beautiful Spring just on the other side of this picture, not pictured.  Sam splashes around in the sparkling clear water while I listen for the laughter of ancient children.  Downstream of the spring, into the green of this picture, water dances over smooth rocks and elephant ear and maidenhair fern thrive from the tips of their wet footed roots all the way up and out to the tops of their lush laughing leaves.  It is a Best Place.  Not my best place only, it's like one of the Earth's best places.

National Dog day came and went this week , celebrated here by not giving Sammy the much needed de-stink shower.  He tolerates (intolerants) a spray bath on the back porch better then a house bath, the trade off being no nasty bathtub and sudsy walls for me, a frolicking dry off in the sparse grass for him thus restinking as quickly as possible.

~ with thanks to S

Peach Salsa 

• crazy good on vanilla ice cream (yes really)
• delicious on the peach tamales we purchased at the farmer's market last weekend
• addictive on plain ole white corn chips

Window sill ripened peaches

cilantro leaves sliced tiny

minced red onion and little bity flecks of garlic

shreds of serrano and jalapeño (with the seeds)

or habaneros if you dare

splash of key lime juice 

(and it should go without saying, that's Nellie and Joe's)