Sometimes the best things are right beneath our feet.
After a sudden downpour, what was a uniform dry flat dusty featureless back road in Cadiz, Spain is transformed into a theatre of magic.
Granite sets reveal their subtle tones of granite stone. A palm tree appears in a puddle that is at once a mirror and at the same time a window through which a blue sky can be seen beyond; watch closely as white clouds sail on by.
Its temporary, glimpsing, reflecting and magical all at the asme time.
Its a priceless gift to share.
Security…insecure old hedge removed, rotted horse manure provides neutriants for mixed hedging plants, hawthorn hazel and beech in protective biodegradable sheaths, planted at prescribed distance on both sides of the hazel picket fence to fill the gap, grow to make the field secure for newborn lambs.
Job done, hedge secure.
I sit on the edge of my seat as the foothills of the Sierra Nevada roll back revealing the Pacific Ocean approaching.
Sitting atop the world, high above the surface of our planet while our Big-bird appears to float motionless as it loses height, preparing to land. I’m thrilled beyond description as I am every time I fly. The butterflies in my stomach take frenzied flight in anticipation of landing, reunting with old friends, magical LA, city of the Angels on the other side of the world across a mighty ocean through time-zones and climatic regions in no time at all.
(Do I need to tell you I don’t like being underground, in caves, under water or basements of any kind?)