Tall Tales from Kansas

it's important to talk a lot before you actually do things

Chris and I recently packed our bags, made a sandwich, grabbed a bottle of wine, picked up The Kansas Guidebook 2, and hit the road. Destination: parts west, but not too far west. We have been talking about going to Lindsborg for years, but just never seemed to get around to getting ourselves there. 

It was agreed that driving out and back the same day would not be conducive to a relaxing trip, so an Airbnb in Salina was scouted out. We scored a condo in the old administration building that was formerly Marymount College. There was time for a picnic lunch at the cemetery with Chas, Eleanor, and Aunt Pat and we talked about all the other names we recognized on headstones. We are of an age where we can get into a lunch with the long-gone relatives at a cemetery. It provides a great opportunity for remembering.

We walked through the chapel at Marymount, where we got married many moons ago.

There was a great exhibit on women at the Smoky Hill museum - I was delighted to see Evangeline Thomas (ET!) who I took care of when I was a baby nurse at St. John's hospital, and later always enjoyed seeing at the Motherhouse in Concordia. Bessie Caldwell and Eloise Lynch were also featured. It's nice to be able to look at history and be able to say "HEY! We knew those people!"

We zipped into the cathedral to reminisce for a bit too.

We stopped at Coronado Heights on the way to Lindsborg. Francisco Vásquez de Coronado apparently passed through there in 1541. There is an old castle structure and areas to picnic that were part of a WPA project in 1936. It would be a marvelous place to come and sit for a long visit - as long as you are prepared for the wind. 

The object of my great desire in Lindsborg was a stop at the Birger Sandzén gallery. It did not disappoint. The pictures below are my 2 favorite paintings, but there was much to admire here including his block prints. It's a small gallery, my favorite kind. There were spots to sit while staring and the woman at the front was delightful, inviting us into the office spaces to see more of his work that was on display in there. 

After the gallery, there was a grilled reuben and a frosty mug of beer at Öl Stuga on main in Lindsborg.  It's important to make plenty of stops to sit and let things sink in when you are on an adventure. 

We loved watching the sun come up (first photo in this post) and the sun (and moon) go down from the balcony of the condo we rented. It was a perfect getaway.

We have been talking about getting out to Little Jerusalem State Park for years too. Maybe this will be the year we do that? It's important to talk a lot before you actually do things. 

it was a moment

Gosh Dottie and I had a good visit this past week in Concordia. Spending time with Mary Fran... one of the most amazing humans I have had the pleasure of meeting in this life. The kind of person who looks directly at you when you are speaking, who is so absolutely present, who hears without speaking. A gentle, original, rare, soul. 

We stayed at "our" little house on state street, in the shadow of the Motherhouse - the home of the Sisters of St. Joseph of Concordia. I told Dottie "the little house on state street" would be a wonderful title for a book. I don't know what the storyline would be, but maybe it would have something to do with sneaking into the motherhouse at night, climbing all the way up to the 5th floor, and making our way to the room with the window at the very top.  

We roasted carrots, fixed eggplant with garlic, oregano, and tomatoes, made big salads, scooped up hummus on cucumber slices, sipped cold white wine. All delicious. 

There were morning walks and a visit to Jitters coffee on the main street downtown.

There was lots of time spend sitting in the shade outside, watching the wind blow through the trees, observing squirrels, and a large population of black bunnies who are present in a specific area in town. I must look up the story of how they came to be. Pet who escaped, reproduced, and now is the head of a colony? There also happens to be a lovely garden at the Motherhouse with rows of zinnias, among other things.

Of note, while I was there I had a piece of the MOST delicious pie I have ever had in my life. Raisin cream - a simple custard with a touch of nutmeg, plump soft raisins, meringue topping, perfect pastry crust. Oh my it was good. Like something you would eat at your relatives kitchen table at a farmhouse in Kansas with gauze curtains blowing in the breeze and the sun going down in the west. It was a moment.

The Sisters of St. Joseph of Concordia Kansas are the women who started Marymount College in Salina where I went to nursing school. I feel very blessed to have been under the tutelage of such smart, compassionate, no-nonsense, women who showed me what it was to care for others, always striving for excellence, and standing up for what is right. 

a dream come to life was it

Blockley was the village just up the road from Broad Campden, our home base in the Cotswolds. It was charming. Seriously. See for yourself, as you come along on a stroll.

The buildings, the gardens, the lanes, its just like a fairy tale.

Always the roses and also the lavender. Fragrant and beautiful. 

We met a nice man who has lived in the village for 70 years, he told us the story of a plaque that was carved by another resident in honor of the coronation of Queen Elizabeth II in 1953. 

As we were exploring, Sister stumbled upon this. Since it had a sign with a number we figured it was on a garden tour and so ignored completely the "Secret Garden" sign. Until we walked past the kitchen and saw 2 women having tea. They told us that we were indeed in a private garden so I gushed about how we were from America and loved gardens and this was the most beautiful we had seen, and after all that... how could she not welcome us to have a look around? 

Get a load of the Shepherd's nest in the back. Oh what a dream come to life was it. Though truly, in my wildest dreams I could not imagine anything so perfect. Every imaginable comfort accounted for. 

After our walk-about we headed to the Village Cafe & Shop for a spot of breakfast. Completely delicious. What you need to know is that even though this is a tea drinking country, they do make an excellent coffee as well.  

There is a church in every small town and most were open for exploring. Wonderful old graves, such peaceful places. 

We loved that Blockley was so charming and also such a "lived-in" village. We enjoyed watching the residents chatting as they met up, doing all their ordinary things, in such an idyllic spot. 

 

Rhubarb and Custard Pips

One of the things I found very enjoyable during our days in Bath, was looking in all of the shop windows as we strolled the streets. The Moss sisters are not much for shopping, but a nice look in a window is always fun. Today I give you some of the one's that really caught my eye.

The children's shops with hats and clothes and the like were completely adorable.

I don't know what a rhubarb and custard pip is but just the name alone was magical. 

Windows of homes charmed us as well. 

I really wanted to knock on the door and ask if all these crocks could be mailed to my home in Kansas. LOVE them so much!

a bit of a browse

In our last days in the Cotswolds we carried on with our slow travel. Loose plans that can be changed, early to bed, naps as needed, afternoon tea… you get the idea. 

We did not dress in matching outfits everyday, but sister did collect feathers, and I did make sure we took the house key everyday before we left. 

We had afternoon tea at a spot our friend Matthew told us about and enjoyed it thoroughly. There was enough to feed 4 instead of 2 but we are not shy about bringing home leftovers. I will investigate where to buy clotted cream when I get home. For special occasions of course.

While Sister tried on hats in the Charity Shops, I convinced myself I did not need any children’s toys to add to my collection. 

Sister got very good at mastering the driving - on all roads. There was the one time we met a tractor coming towards us on a very narrow road but the farmers are used to us tourists.  We scoot all the way over, they skillfully maneuver around, we breathe sighs of relief and high five when it’s done.  

It’s hard to capture how narrow the lanes are.  The one above is not the most narrow we encountered.  Did I mention we got insurance? Something I never do in the US. 

As we were wandering around Bath, before catching the train back to Heathrow, I spotted this really cute yarn shop and we investigated.

The women inside were very supportive of us having “a bit of a browse”.

There will be a few more posts about the Cotswolds when I get home and have time to look over all the photos and think about what else there is to say. It was a wonderful getaway. International travel seems harder than it used to. That’s what happens as you get older and also when it’s been awhile since we did it. BUT all that said, we had great luck with flights, connections, and maintaining our senses of humor. I worked hard not to GASP on the narrow roads and sister was very patient with my navigating. We truly met some of the absolute nicest people. England we love you, and hope to come back. 

When I reached the Village of Blockley

This mornings walk, where I went up a hill, through the woods, looking over fences and searching for the path.

The soundtrack was bleeting sheep and the call of the wood pigeon.

I looked into back gardens, peered into windows, appreciated the flower pots and boxes.

When I reached the village of Blockley, I did an about face and came home. Enjoying the scenery just as much from this perspective. 

getting drunk on pollen

Hidcote is one of the splendid gardens we have explored here in the Cotswolds.

Look!, but did you see this, what’s that?, we have those in California… are just some of the things you would have overheard had you been walking within earshot of us.

The bee’s are alive and well in this part of England. Buzzing all over the gardens. Getting drunk on pollen.



There happened to be a super cool “tapestry” artist on exhibit when we were visiting. All her “weavings” from parts of the garden.  

Some plants we recognize, some we do not. All of them seem quite happy right here where they are. 

Every post must have roses. Never, have I been in a spot so perfumed by the roses.  Even in California. We decided they only grow aromatic roses here.

Such a pleasure to take it all in. Stopping for rests on well placed benches along the way.

we thought this might be a corpse plant but when I looked it up it says “common dracunculus” also known as a dragon lily and a vampire lily. Strange. Apparently it has a somewhat foul odor though we didn’t note anything too strong or terrible. I won’t need one in my garden.  

spotted in the grocery store

Every little thing is charming in the Cotswolds. The flowers, views overlooking the  fields and villages, thatched cottages, afternoon tea with a sweet, windows of the shops on the high street, and all the climbing roses and hollyhocks.

I had to include a shot of the British tabloids spotted in the grocery store. Just for fun.

In case anyone is into that sort of thing. 

our new friend Matthew

Activities over the past few days have included getting up early to explore the Broadway Tower - mostly the views around it. It was not open at 6am. We had the place to ourselves + a few red deer.

There is a small circular ramble near the tower where we saw the deer, a few hot air balloons, and of course some sheep. 

Bourton-on-the-Water was next. The parking was plentiful this early, and we were first in line when the bakery opened at 8am. In addition to the almond croissant and latte, we bought a loaf of malted bread. For toast. 

Sheep grazing among old building where they can shelter and rub against the rocks is extra nice.

We met our new friend Matthew who told us to avoid the congestion of Bibury where “all the coaches pull in and tie everything up”. He also endorsed our idea of the Farm Park where we are sure to see “many breeds of sheep and cows”.

Thank you Matthew. We thoroughly enjoyed our conversation. You also took a brilliant photo of us. ❤️

a trio of sausages, mash, and peas

One of the things we have been most looking forward to is seeing sheep, and to that end we ventured to Dover Hill to have a look the other evening.

Cool breezes, clouds, grazing sheep, it was like a fairytale. Sister did some sketching. I sat and stared.

It’s the whole experience, the sounds and smells, watching where you walk, knowing how lucky you are to be here. Now. Able to do this.

The climbing roses are so fragrant and of course beautiful.

 

We so admire the stacked stone walls, covered with moss or ivy, with things growing right out of them.

While on the topic of things to admire…

… there was also this. When at a pub in the Cotswolds one must partake of the pub grub.  It’s a rule. 

We believe in getting proper rest

Tonight just a few photos of what we have been up to since arriving in the Cotswolds…

We have visited churches with hand embroidered cushions, which reminded me of the Tracy Chevalier novel “A Single Thread”. On the bulletin board there was a flier for a knitting group that meets regularly. I would love to drop in on a “meeting” with the socks I am working on.


The flowers are everywhere and are stunning. Lush, varied, colorful, and planted all together in large groupings.

The walks on the different public footpaths are varied - though woods, fields, and small villages.

We have taken to making tea at home in the afternoon and sitting in the back garden of our house.

I am out of practice trying to do a post from the iPad. Forgive wonky formatting. More to follow of course once we are back home.  Rest assured I am sampling all the local favorites in terms of foods.  Now it’s off to bed, we believe in getting proper rest while on vacation. 

Thanks for reading.  

taking in the loveliness

Hello from Bath, England where I am happy to report that the cream tea, complete with scone, jam, and clotted cream is actually even better than I imagined it would be. 


It is hard to fully describe the deliciousness of the perfectly tender scone with the sweet strawberry jam topped with the clotted cream which does not taste like butter or whipped cream but a wonderful combination of the two that must be tasted to fully appreciate it’s uniqueness. 


We are wandering about, taking in the loveliness of this old city, admiring the architecture, and the nice people we are meeting.

The pink sky last night was especially beautiful as we wandered around the lanes right before bed. It is good to be traveling abroad again after such a long time. Tomorrow we head for the Cotswolds, where we will master the art of driving on the opposite side of the street. Fingers crossed.

mother nature plus art

Chris and I recently jumped in the car and headed in a southeasterly direction for 3 1/2 hours until we arrived in Bentonville, Arkansas. It's so nice to have places one can get away to that are relatively close, but still give the feeling that you are AWAY. Out of your usual element. 

I could go to Crystal Bridges museum of American Art every other month... just to see what's new and enjoy old favorites. The trails for walking to (and all around outside) the museum are lovely. Mother Nature + art makes for a pretty incredible combination. 

In addition to the museum we took advantage of parks and gardens in the area. Good spots for sitting down for a picnic lunch are easy to find. This one had some quilts made from what appeared to be scrap metal hanging in the fields. Lovely. 

The murals in downtown Bentonville are most excellent. 

The Peele museum and botanical garden is worth a visit as well. 

There are lots of good spots for eating, and if you are so inclined, I recommend after your morning walk on the art trails by the museum, get yourself to the onyx coffee spot downtown for a latte and a warmed almond croissant. Amazingly delicious. 

While you are sitting you can pull out your journal and record all the good things. Or just doodle. Either works. 

why does that sound so wonderfully delightful

A new pair of lightweight, waterproof, ankle-high, boots have been purchased for the trip Sister and I are taking to the Cotswalds this summer. The trip where we trek across fields and meadows familiarizing ourselves with the countryside and all the breeds of sheep in England. 

There will also be gardens to see, small hamlets to peruse, and of course pubs to visit. Sister and I have discussed the pros and cons of what to wear on our feet. An extremely important decision because there will be one small carry on bag that must also include journal paraphernalia.

On this trip to the wetlands recently I verified that they do indeed stay dry in a muddy field, protect the ankle when one steps in holes, and are perfectly comfortable. 

Now to figure out what one alternate pair of shoes can double as house-kicks and work for casual strolling about.  The search has begun. 

With just under 2 months until we leave, there is no time for dilly dallying. Today we discussed train schedules and delighted at the thought that we will be in Paddington Station. Why does that sound so wonderfully delightful? 

For inquiring minds per the comments here is a photo of the boots I referenced above - Keens.

we just pick right up where we left off

Last Saturday I made a 24 hour whirlwind trip to Omaha Nebraska to visit my college roommate and dear friend Peggy. Whenever I see Peggy and my closest college friends, I marvel that it has been 42 years since graduation, AND that when we get together it's like we just rolled out of our tiny beds in Antionette Hall at Marymount college, and are walking to class, for a meal in the dining hall, or down to the Village Gate for a pitcher of beer. We just pick right up where we left off. 

What a pleasure it is to have such "easy" friends. People you can just be with where the talk flows, the values are similar, and we like doing so many of the same things. All of this is something not taken for granted. The more life passes by, the more I treasure time with the best people in my life.

These pink and bronze colored poinsettias at the Lauritzen Gardens were amazing. What a fun thing to do on a blustery day. We repeated our candle making experience from last year, went to a local yarn store, ate fabulous sushi, drank good wine, enjoyed the best breakfast casseroles and chocolate mint cookies, and before you know it I was back in the car driving to Lawrence. 

The perfect fake pom-pom to go on top of this hat which I made last year but really needed something to complete it, was found while I was there. Pom-pom's look best on the hats of the under 7 and above 60 crowd. I am delighted to fall perfectly into this niche. 

This amazing tree made of jillions and jillions of poinsettia plants was something to behold. I have warned Peggy that the 24 hour trip might sound crazy to some, but it's the perfect way to make sure too much time does not go by between visits. In other words, you never know when I might be back. She rolls with it. Just like when I was typing away on the electric typewriter at 3 in the morning, finishing some case study for nursing class, while she was trying to sleep ... many moons ago. 

 

some wonderful "gems"

How did December get here so fast? Sometimes as I go about the daily routines of life I get caught up in the moments and forget the days and weeks and how quickly they go by. For the most part, I consider that a good thing - the keeping focused on the moments part especially. 

I just got back from some lovely days in Richmond Virginia visiting brother and his family. We talked, laughed, remembered, ate good stuff, rested, took in sites, cried, had some wonderful "gems" - moments of pure delight, and then before you know it I was back home again. 

Checking out the coffee/pastry scene is always a must - I can highly recommend Sub Rosa Bakery (photo above) a small delightful shop where we sat next to a 2 year old girl and her father who lived in the area. The morning buns were flaky, sticky, not too sweet, melt in your mouth good.  

We visited "Dances with Wool" - a local yarn store that was wonderful. Brother sat and visited with a woman who turned out to be the owner who worked in the Chesterfield school district for many year, and they had mutual acquaintances. Gem. Inspiration was all around in this excellent shop. 

I made it to Alma's, which has been on my list, and found these small framed studies by Annabelle Wrigley that I had been hoping to see. Love her use of color and free-wheeling piecing plus quilting. Gem x 2. 

Ironclad coffee also got high marks. They were playing an excellent selection of Christmas music in the background. I found the perfect table for taking it all in. 

Strolls through neighborhoods were taken. All the ginkgo leaves sat below their trees like skirts. Fabulous. 

We got to attend an Italian dinner served family style at Caffespresso. We ate wonderful things we normally may not order from a menu (Brandacujun, Trofie with Pesto, Ligurian Style chicken, Ricotta Pasta Frolla cake) each course paired with the perfect wine. We met Lou the biology professor/researcher who did field research in the Yucatan peninsula and Alaska. Gem. 

Brother and I made more memories to make up for the things we can only vaguely recall now.  It's funny how when you are a kid, you don't think much about your brothers and sisters as such dear friends. As an adult, I am completely aware of my great good fortune in having 3 siblings that are excellent human beings that I LOVE spending time with.

Thanks for a great 4 days brother!

Where I fashion a set of stitch markers from washi tape

There may or may not be pictures included with this post. Not to worry though, I will describe the content of the photos in great deal so you can see them in your mind.

I got up at an ungodly early hour this morning to head to Virginia to see my brother. Flying, not driving. Which is always a bit of a thing these days. It’s not really the flying itself. It’s all the potential for mishaps and misadventures, that can accompany travel.

The sky, clouds, sun, were beautiful from my window seat.  

While the fellow behind me chatted with his seatmate, and proceeded to drink 2 Bloody Mary’s followed by a Woodford reserve on the rocks, followed by another Woodford reserve on the rocks. I got out my knitting needles, and began to work on a pair of fingerless gloves. 

I like to knit on a plane because I can’t get up and do 17 other things instead of concentrating on the task at hand. Also, it fully occupies my mind and makes the time go quite fast. Despite the fact that I left my small bag with stitch markers, scissors, and other knitting notions at home, I got along quite well. I fashioned a pair of stitch markers out of the washi tape, which worked perfectly.

I have been meaning to replace these fingerless gloves that were stolen from sisters car about a year ago. You have to love a car burglar, who has good taste, and knows a quality pair of fingerless mitts when he sees one. I bought the yarn and pattern for the originals years ago on Bainbridge Island when we went to Churmouse Yarn. Such a lovely store that was. 

It is likely I will not post further during my time away from home. Brother and I have much to catch up on. I need his brain that is four years older than mine to help me recall things about our childhood that I have been having difficulty locating in my memory banks lately. I do not know who took the files with the visual images of all the many homes we lived in when we were growing up. And for some reason, I really want to recall the layout of the rooms in our houses.

P. S. I would like to report that it was not necessary for me to leap over my seat and handle any behavioral issues with Bloody Mary/bourbon man. I was prepared to remind him of the code of honor/good behavior when on a plane, just in case he forgot.

The End

 

if it's on the spur of the moment, so much the better

Saturday I headed out on an adventure to Concordia Kansas - to visit Dottie and Mary Fran. I take after Dad, in that I LOVE to get up early when I am hitting the road. Starting out in the dark is my favorite. When the sun comes up, it's like a restart, and the trip clock begins from there, except I already have an hour or so under my belt. Maybe it's just a mind over matter thing, but I love watching the sun come up from the road. Especially with a nice big cup of hot coffee. 

It was a delight to see Mary Fran and Dottie.  We strolled around the grounds of the motherhouse/Nazareth Convent. All sorts of lovely things to see, including a wonderful grotto I always love to visit. 

It's a beautiful spot. The sisters of St. Joseph of Concordia started Marymount College in Salina, where I went to nursing school. I have been visiting off and on here for many years. 

For dinner, we sat around the cozy table in the kitchen and ate butternut squash soup, salad, bread, and wine. We thought about trying to solve all the problems of the world but instead just enjoyed each other's company.  

Here is what we saw in the extra hour we had on Sunday morning. 

Dottie dressed up so I could take her picture before I hit the road, and just like that I was heading back to Lawrence Kansas. 

I do so love a short little visit. It felt longer than a day. I think Dottie should come up to Concordia once a month so we can get together. I will suggest this to her. If she had her way, she would do it. Our sister Dottie likes to travel, if it's on the spur of the moment, so much the better.

share some details

Things that are occupying me lately include a nice sunset...

... and the emergence of the queen lime red zinnias.  These are from new seeds that I didn't plant until later in the season. The whole queen lime series of zinnias are simply divine. 

Probably most importantly is the trip that Sister and I are planning to England. It started with a Marco Polo from sister in which she said "we're going to the Cotswolds aren't we?" to which I replied "YES!" and it hasn't stopped since. We did a FaceTime art session and drew maps. Well she drew maps while I drew A map. More of those to follow. The Cotswolds is the area in green. Next up is a map of just that area. Drawing maps is extremely fun. As long as no one is going to use them to try and get somewhere. 

There was also a nice long walk last Sunday. I like a long walk one day a week. Especially when the weather is cooler early in the morning. This one was spectacular. 

Now I am off to go investigate more cottages in the Cotswalds. It's important to find just the right one... and there are so many to evaluate.

If you have been on a walking tour of the Cotswalds do share some details. 

it's called making do

Today just a few more photos of our time down at Big Cedar Lodge. Over the last 30 years our family has been there numerous times, beginning with Ray and Angie for special occasion meals, taking walks, skipping rocks, playing putt putt, trick or treating with the great nieces and nephews... lots of good memories there.

There is something nice about returning to a place that feels familiar, where you sort of know what to expect, and you are surprised by new things.  

For me it's the well appointed paths to walk on, just outside your door, water, trees, birds, flowers, all that. 

On our last day there, I was greeted by 3 deer, 2 ducks, and a turtle... along with the regular crew of squirrels chasing each other up, down, and all around the trees. While I missed the usual displays of gourds, pumpkins, mums, and all things fall, there were plenty of other flowers in bloom. 



Chris was real sorry there was no wagon full of pumpkins to take the usual set up shot with. We settled for the Ma and Pa Kettle photo in the rockers in front of registration. It's called making do.  

general hang around sort of a 2 day getaway

Chris and I just got back from a trip to southern Missouri/northern Arkansas for the annual trip to freshen up the headstones, replace the flowers, tell stories, and have a picnic with mom and dad. It's a little earlier than usual this year, and it was just Chris and I, because that's how things go sometimes, and Ray and Angie taught us how to how to roll with what gets thrown our way. 

The leaves had not even thought about beginning to change yet at the Maplewood Cemetery, but there was some lovely colors on the bark of the trees.  Does that count?





Chris and I had a cozy cabin for two, we went out for dinner one night, we sat on the patio and played cards and had drinks.

The yoga mat was rolled out on the deck, stretching was done as I looked up at the leaves overhead, listened to the birds, enjoyed a breeze.



It's hard to beat a very nice, low-key, do what ever you want, general hang around sort of 2 day getaway. For those who keep track of these things, yes, we did hold the annual Moss family putt-putt tournament. I am holding onto the trophy with a score of a smooth 22. Chris however, was nipping at my heels with a hole-in-one and a second place round of 23. 

both Dottie and Ray on the good juju duty

On my last day in LA, Iris was still not sure about who I was and what I was doing walking around her house acting like I knew her.  However, after she saw Otto rooting around in my suitcase, trying to take my t-shirts out, she decided she would get in on the action by simply sitting on top so I could not open it again.

Then she looked up at me and indicated that perhaps if I stayed 2 more days a pet would be allowed. Meanwhile Otto said I didn't need to worry about her, he would continue to play with me, allow petting and kissing, join me on the floor for daily stretching sessions, and sit on the table to watch me work in my sketchbook.  

Oh it was fun playing with a rambunctious cat, and trying to tempt a shy one. Being in a house with 2 cats was completely wonderful. Especially when the other person doesn't mind one single bit if you make a complete fool of yourself talking to them. 

We had a warm hike on my last day there followed by a nice sit on the porch. 



Since we are constantly bombarded with tales of the foibles of travel, it would be wrong of me not to tell you that I had nary a problem on this trip. No cancelled flights, no delays, no obnoxious seat mates, good parking spot in the garage, excellent shuttle service.  I did have both Dottie and Ray on the good juju duty which I am certain helped. The benefits of a travel whisperer can not be overstated. 

It was a delightful short getaway with walks, naps, cats, and general hanging around  with no scurrying or hurrying. My favorite kind of trip. And I haven't even told you the part about sister cooking fabulous meals while I sat at the table and stayed out of the way. 

we sat under an umbrella in the coolish morning

Maybe you saw some of the photos of how crowded the beaches were on the Santa Barbara Coast over the Labor Day weekend? Let me tell you, at 7:10am it was just the two of us, a fisherman, some paddle boarders, a couple of dogs taking their owners for a stroll, pelicans, shore birds, rocks, shells, and whatever else the tide washed in.

We examined it all closely as we filled our lungs to their maximum capacity with cool ocean breezes. Completely fantastic. I picked up a collection of feathers to fill a page in my journal. 



After the walk we high-tailed it over to Pierre LaFond's for a big cup of French roast and a cinnamon rose. We sat under an umbrella in the coolish morning and let our beach time sink in deeply as we watched the comings and goings and speculated on the "story" of each person we saw.

and thanked our lucky stars for shade

Sister is always showing me photos of things she see's while on her walks in LA. Stuff I want to see. So when I am there, morning rambles are a must. Here are the things we enjoyed on our first morning.

Fabulous trees in the morning light. A Frank Lloyd Wright house. Big bunches of cactus. 





We sat in the garden behind the Gamble house in Pasadena and pretended it was ours. We stretched on their comfortable benches and admired architectural details. 







Sister showed me her favorite house and I investigated up close. I wanted to go and sit at the table and chairs on the hidden front porch and have scones with clotted cream but alas no one answered the door when I knocked. No matter, we went and had iced coffee and wonderful vegan fennel/maple sausage biscuits at the Little Barn Coffee House in Mount Washington and thanked our lucky stars for shade. 

Iris is still thinking about it

At 5:59 am on Saturday we hopped in the car and left the city of angels for the cool breezes of the coast.  When you’re this close to the beach the pull of the sounds and smells of the ocean are strong.

In a short 70 minutes we were out of the car, beach shoes on, hats at the ready. OH MY!  That’s the best I can do right now to describe how it feels for a Kansas girl to be at the shore.



As you can see The Moss Sisters are together for a quick few days of adventuring. Yes, it is the hottest time of the year in LA. Yes we have to get up at the crack of dawn to take walks. But here’s the thing…. 



I needed to meet Iris and Otto. While they are still kittens. So far, Otto, has succumbed to my cat whispering charms.  Iris is still thinking about it. I tell her resistance is futile. She follows my every move closely from the safety of her favorite basket.

p.s. excuse any formatting glitches that are bound to occur when posting from the iPad. 

in case you want to cook up your own perfect get away weekend

When we went to Lincoln to the quilt museum this was our home base. Because why wouldn't you want to rent a house that looks like this? We were operating under the "you only live once" principal. There was not a book with the history of the house and its former occupants contained in the home (that we could find anyway), but we used our imagination and made up (really excellent) stories. 

There was a visit to a local restaurant where we started with grilled peaches, lemon ricotta, basil/arugula, crispy prosciutto, balsamic and honey.  The moaning after each bite was done as quietly as possible to avoid being asked to leave. Every single thing was wonderful. If you go to the quilt museum, DISH restaurant on O street is the perfect place for dinner. 

While I am on the topic of food, we had a wonderful appetizer spread for dinner at home one night - a personal favorite for supper. Please note that we did not let the lack of a vase in the house stop us from making flower arrangements to put us in a festive frame of mind.

We checked out The Mill coffee and tea and LOVED these Wheat Paste Murals on the building! Done by Nebraska artists - they were striking. I wish I had captured more images, but you get the idea. 

There was time for a morning neighborhood walk to check out all of the unique homes with their great porches.  I love a neighborhood with all kinds of different houses and yards.

At the quilt museum we stumbled upon these reclaimed wood "quilts" by Laura Petrovich-Cheney. Oh! What we wouldn't give for a pile of unclaimed old painted lumber, safety glasses, a power saw, and a big table to play around with pieces on. Here is more about her and her work. 

In addition to knitting and stitching, we also made time in the mornings for yoga on the wide front porch and wine sipping in the early evening while we sat in the rocking chairs.  

These details are provided as a partial list of ingredients in case you want to cook up your own perfect get away weekend.  

some sort of a triangle quilt

The prairie makers loaded up and headed to the Missouri Star Quilt Company in Hamilton, Missouri this week. It's only a few hours away and seemed like a thing to do.

Yep, we had to get the picture at the worlds largest spool of thread. Started in 2018, 22 feet tall, and with one million yards of thread, visitors are encouraged to bring and add thread.  Next time we will come with our contributions. Maybe a ladder?



This trip started with a visit to the quilt museum, filled with quilts, machines, notions, and a very knowledgeable young man at the door who answered all our questions. There were some quilts on display from a national collection ... more on those later. My personal favorites were all these quilts made by "regular" folk. Above is a crazy kite quilt circa 1900. 

This 9 patch was labeled as being completed in 1901.

Seeing an early Bernina was a treat.



While I love all the really "scrappy" quilts, this anything but simple black and white was stunning. 

Crazy quilts have always had a special place in my heart... the combination of embroidery and pieced scraps is so interesting and personal. I especially loved the border on the one below. 

The precision in the stitching on this butterfly quilt, all by hand, was a thing of beauty.

The "Dresden plate" design below was one I especially enjoyed studying. Why do you suppose there is more white space at the top? Also... another lovely and complex border.

This really scrappy number below is so marvelous it made me want to jump up and down and clap. Every time I looked at it I was caught by another optical illusion. Circles, triangles, diamonds!

Yes, I forced Joan to pose by the giant rotary cutter, and I also got a shot of the tiny machine she got as a child for Christmas.  Which she still has, I might add. 





The "lily garden" quilt below was machine pieced, hand embroidered, and hand quilted in 1990. It was included in the section from a national quilt museum. Completely amazing. 

The appliqué in this quilt was mind blowing. The lighting in the room where these quilts were displayed was not quite as good so my photos were a bit blurred. I wanted to get a better shot of the appliqué that had so much texture, alas, those did not turn out. Not really sure what that technique is called. Fabulous. We came here to get inspired and left filled to the brim.    



There are many murals in town - again, perfect for posing in front of. 

At the end of the day, I could not pass up this incredible bundle of Kona solids at one of the stores. It is destined to become some sort of a triangle quilt. Unless it whispers otherwise to me in the middle of the night. Which is entirely possible. It's hard for me to go anywhere for fabrics other than my own local shop downtown, Sarah's Fabrics... but sometimes a field trip is called for. 

Helpful links: Missouri star quilt company

sitting down and looking at it after each session of work

On our last day in Santa Barbara we were treated to a simultaneous presentation of clouds in the sky and clouds at our feet. Sometimes life gives you things that are hard and some days you receive this.  I don't think it's a perfect balance. It just IS.  

The birds and the rocks and the waves and the smells and the breeze ... holy smokes, mercy, and yes... I stored it all away. 

The tide was low enough for a few treasures to reveal themselves. 





We could not have asked for a better last walk along the shore. 





On the occasion of this last post on the topic of California, until I schedule my next trip that is, let me close this chapter with a reminder that the Santa Barbara Botanical Garden is splendid. 



They have lots of benches there for contemplating the views. 





Last stop on the way back to LAX was lunch at the Bates road beach. We watched hang gliders, ate "chicken dressed up like a salad" sandwiches, and called it good. 



Today at home, garden clean up began in earnest. It's official - porch sitting season has begun in Kansas. The nice thing about a trip to California at this time of year is that it inspires me to get that soil turned, the weeds pulled, some new mulch down, bushes trimmed, porch swept, pots filled up with colorful annuals... because sitting down and looking at it after each session of work is such sweet satisfaction. 

the moss sisters don't claim to be graceful

Tonight just a sampling of the "non-beach" delights to be found in the Santa Barbara area.  You may not have heard about the street of the Italian stone pines, it's not in a travel guide, but is worthy of a visit. 

We chose "our" houses from among the selection of streets that bisect this corridor of trees.

There is no shortage from which to choose.

Excellent coffee shops are very plentiful from Carpinteria to Santa Barbara.  Nothing says vacation like a French press coffee at breakfast, especially if it is the accompaniment to the Duck Confit Hash.  Um yes. I mean seriously, when am I going to have the opportunity to have that again?

Franceschi park provides wonderful views of the city with a few nice benches for sitting. Writing. Sketching. Talking. Napping. A stroll around the old house is a must. Reading the fresco's on the walls. When I win the lottery I will invest in the restoration of this marvelous spot. Although even in this shape, it's pretty great.




Books were read and discussed. Sketches were drawn. A celebrity was spotted at Pierre LaFond's where we had cinnamon roses and coffee after beach walks. One of us may have bumped into a Range Rover and knocked a plastic piece off, right in front of the owner... the Moss sisters don't claim to be graceful, but we do laugh a lot.  

you choose the superlative

at last, this morning, at dawn, the tide was low enough for a walk to the east, towards Hammond meadow.

these are the things I saw there. magnificent, glorious, splendid, you choose the superlative that suits you. none are adequate, but you get the idea.

Life is unfolding, we are partaking

Todays rambles started by the water and then veered off in new directions. Things call, we follow. 



If you ever run across a pistachio cream croissant in a pastry case you are going to want to try it. If it has rose petals on the top, all the better. Sister preferred the pistachio loaf. You can’t go wrong with either.

While we ate, we enjoyed life going on around us. There was excellent people watching for entertainment - friends greeting each other, spontaneous coffee dates.  Delightful store windows full of fanciful items. 

We wandered through Alice Keck Park Memorial Garden near by, where the coral trees are in full bloom. There was a forest of acanthus, some fine Morton Bay Fig trees, a very fit couple doing yoga, and a smiling 18 month old sitting with his mother on a blanket who was fascinated by the garbage truck across the street.

Sweetshade trees covered in yellow and white blossoms fill the air with a fragrance that is a cross between plumeria, jasmine, and Victorian box.  Sigh. 

The days slide by. We tell them to slow down. We sit with dear people, making art, sharing stories, eating corn and cheese arepas with tomato soup and apple slices.

Nice strangers offer to take our picture and we agree. Life is unfolding, we are partaking.

patron saint of nervous travelers

Neighborhood walks in the city of angels are not to be missed. The air Friday morning was heavy with fragrance. Jasmine mixed with rose, lavender, citrus, and maybe it’s my imagination but did a bit of Victorian box stick around just for me? I thinks so. All this is especially nice since it was 33 degrees and raining when I left the house Friday morning in Kansas.

While sister toiled away at school, Wyatt and I spent time together. Then, after my walk, I got into her refrigerator and found a perfect lunch to eat out on the front porch.  Me and the birds. Sheer heaven. Hopefully she wasn’t thinking that was going to be part of our dinner tonight. 
Happily none of my imagined travel catastrophes came to past… things like the car breaking down on the way to the airport, not being able to find a place to park in the underground garage, terrible seatmate, not finding my reserved shuttle at LAX. I never worry about the actual flight, just all the details around it.  I usually schedule Dottie to send all her good “ju-ju” my way on travel days and it always works. She does it for me for free, but I think she could start a business. I can see it now… “ex-nun, hospice chaplain, patron saint of nervous travelers”…. I am going to call her about this! It’s such a good service it would be a shame not to share it. On a limited basis of course, and only when I don’t need her myself. 

splendid is not a good enough word to describe the experience

Before I tuck Benonville away in the memory banks, let me show you just a few more things. Like a neighborhood walk down a steep hill that took me closer to the lake. 

How about one of the cool murals spotted in Bentonville. I could have done a whole post on just these, if I had taken more photos. Which I did not. Next time. 



We visited a really cool bookstore with old books that we loved exclaiming over. Nice bookshelves too.





You know I am a sucker for a signs on the street and love to make my companions pose with them. 



Pea Ridge is a National Military Park in NW Arkansas.  If you are a history fan, you might find a visit interesting and educational.  I am a sucker for a good video at the beginning of a history lesson that gives me the background and details of things. This place had one. 



A few gratuitous shots of spring blooms and I will be done. 





But the views from the deck, especially in the morning, remain the highlight of the trip. Splendid is not a good enough word to describe the experience, but it's the best I can do. 

a resounding 2 thumbs up apiece

Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art is another not-to-be-missed outing in Bentonville. This rendering of it by the architect (I think), is great. I love the roughness of it and that the end result is very true to the original vision. 

Its hard to choose a favorite work of art from the collection, but I didn't know Rosie the Riveter had her foot on Mein Kampf did you? I love finding something unexpected when seeing art work you thought you knew. The frame is also a perfect complement to the painting. 

There was a series of paintings on palette's, using the "thumb hole" in creative ways. This was my favorite. 



It was too rainy and cool to take advantage of all the outside art trails and garden spaces, but we did catch a few glimpses of what awaits on our next visit.



When all the flowering trees are blooming in a few weeks, it's going to be amazing. 



The Bachman-Wilson house, a Frank Lloyd Wright design, is not to be missed. So interesting to be able to walk through it and appreciate his bringing the outdoors inside style. There is a nice audio guide to talk you through the features of the design. FYI - reservations are needed to walk through. 



This was another of my favorite paintings in the museum. The lighting on all the art work is fantastic.



This fellow below is only included in case one of you is an art expert and can tell me the significance of what appears to be rings hanging from the sash at the waist. I saw this in several portraits of men in their uniforms. 



Depending on the time of day you visit the museum, there is a nice dining area for lunch, apparently dinner too, and also a great looking coffee bar. Our lunch was perfect and the space is wonderful to sit in with expansive views to the out of door spaces that are so lovely. 

We all took a vote and gave Crystal Bridges a resounding 2 thumbs up apiece. An excellent way to spend a day. 

the mind that imagined this and pulled it off

In addition to spending hours staring out at Beaver Lake from our Airbnb in Garfield, we also did some exploring. Here are two local spots you MUST NOT MISS if you are in the area. The good thing is they are close to each other. 

Whether your jam is dying, knitting, stitching, weaving, quilting, or just looking at beautiful things... get thee to hillfolk. The space is wonderfully open with lots of space for wandering from one lovely thing to another. 

The woman who helped us was friendly, helpful, nice... 

Inspiration was abundant. That topographic quilt of the area was museum quality. I love the mind that imagined this and pulled it off. 

After you settle on your purchases, take a drive a few blocks over to Airship Coffee and enjoy a "lumberjack" latte. It was the smoked salt in the description that hooked me and it did not disappoint. Lots of outdoor seating in addition to inside space - good tunes, good java. Alone or with a group, this place is perfect for whatever it is you need in a coffee shop.

Did I mention the mugs were ergonomically pleasing? 

Helpful links:

hillfolk shop

Airship coffee at 5th street

 

after the pinks and reds gave way and ceded the stage to the clouds

the view from the deck of the eagles nest on Whitney mountain is splendid

in full on sun or at first light

after the 4:17 am tornado warning and 45 minutes in the lowest level of the house

when the lake re-emerged from the thick gray mist



and this morning after the pinks and reds gave way and ceded the stage to the clouds 



with each glance there is something equally wonderful to appreciate 

ps the omission of all punctuation is intentional and could become the new normal

Cheryl presenting us with another of her wonderful nosh boards

I think this may be my favorite photo from our trip to the Ozarks this year.  It was taken by a very nice lady with the kindest voice ever. She had also pulled over to take advantage of the light and the view. While I generally tend to resist the offers of others to take a photo, preferring the challenge of the set-up shot, she did us right.

But this one of brother could be a close runner up.

Or how about Dottie always trying to get the photo. Coaxing us (to no avail) to pay attention and fly right. She is beyond patient.

On second thought how could I not pick this one of Cheryl, presenting us with another of her wonderful "nosh boards"? Complete with the smoky bacon jam. 

I should have warned you at the outset that this post contained gratuitous family photos. But those of you who read regularly, know this happens when family trips are taken. So while I am at it…

…this one of Chris and I with the pumpkins has to be included as well. This might be the end of the trip to the Ozarks photos, though I reserve the right to change my mind.

to come up with something equally irritating to say to me next year

Us Moss's just returned from Northern Arkansas/Southern Missouri for the annual celebration of Ray and Angie's Birthdays, the clean up at the cemetery, and spending time hanging out together.  Brother and I will tell you that the other essential part of this trip is the annual Moss Family Putt Putt Tournament. Which by the way, we take very seriously.

The photo taken at the beginning of the round, shows each face full of hope, optimistic that THIS year we will be the one who prevails.  



The winner, upon conclusion of the match, is allowed full gloating rights, which you see above. Brother is recounting the scores, checking my math, to be sure that he did in fact come in second place to me.

Pumpkins are the other important part of this trip.  Lots and lots of pumpkins. Pumpkins here, there, and everywhere.  





Carts full of big pumpkins, little pumpkins, white, warty, green, yellow, gray, stripey... all of them wonderful.







It is also customary at the end of the match to remind the person you beat by one point, that if they practice very diligently for the next 11 months, next year they may be the one taking the trophy home.



I don't think Brother was comforted by my remarks, but he has the next 300 plus days to come up with something equally irritating to say to me next year. IF he wins. 

faces full of expectation for the fun they would have

At the Smoky Hill River Festival this past weekend, there was something for everyone. A piece to fit what each of us considers "art"... the hard to put your finger on magic that lifts your spirits and makes you go "ahhh" when you see it. 

These sisters won the award for best coordinated hats and shirts in the youth category. They were headed to the children's section of the festival when I caught up with them... faces full of expectation for the fun they would have there. 



This fellow had on glasses I have not previously seen on a face and whose exact purpose may have been to reduce glare, but I could be wrong about that. 



She won the award for the most joyful, enthusiastic, exhibitor at the festival.  



Our time at the park was perfect. The weather was nice, there were no crowds to fight (or bugs), and we were mostly in shade during our visit. 









There were musicians performing all over the park which kept things lively. In the old days, when Chris and I lived in Salina, we would bring chairs and blankets and camp out for the day, moving from stage to stage. It's nice to just sit and listen when you have the whole weekend to spend. 



Suzie was drawn in by the mingling aromas of stir-fry, smoked turkey legs, barbecue, and some kind of waffle sandwich, but ended up settling for a lemonade. 

Annette and I both thought these linen blouses were lovely and I may yet regret not trying one on. 

Peggy admired this colorful pottery and we discussed how we currently have more mugs than will fit in our designated cup cabinets at home. I am not sure when we became so practical, but sometimes it's nice to appreciate without having to acquire. 

The Smoky Hill River festival is generally held the first full weekend of June every year in Salina, Kansas. It has been disrupted the last several years by COVID. It was good to see things get slightly back on track. I don't know what will happen next year, but if you are interested in attending, here is a link you can go to for details as they become available. 

a perfect breakfast before a hike or a plane ride home

Just a few last photos from Albuquerque... then there will be no more until my next trip. Which I have already decided will be in early spring. When we can go to some hot springs and soak while we look at red rocks, maybe take a hike... and whatever else we fancy.

It's hard to pick a favorite coffee spot in Albuquerque, but if push comes to shove, it's going to have to be Little Bear. The baristas are so nice, the seating wonderful, the bags of beans from local roasters all over the world on the walls. It's got a most excellent vibe. 

The colors of New Mexico are so appealing... and always that blue sky. 

I think I told you we ate well during my visit. I did not tell you that Dottie is a great cook. One morning we had roasted sweet potatoes, sliced banana, blueberries, greek yogurt, pineapple chunks, a sprinkle of cinnamon, and toasted hazelnuts for breakfast. We named it the Alba Quirky bowl. 

What a great combination of flavors. The pineapple was unexpectedly perfect as the sweetener.  Just the right breakfast before a hike or a plane ride home. Don't knock it till you try it. 

From the window of the plane as we made our approach into Kansas City. Who can resist trying to get the perfect shot out of a plane window? Not me. I'll let you know when I get it, in the meantime, it's important to record the progress. 

coffee, wandering, laughing - more from Alba Quirky

On the way to the East Fork of the Jemez river, Dottie and I pulled off the road in Jemez Springs, for coffee.  You won't be sorry if you stop at the Highway 4 Cafe & Bakery, get a 12 oz latte, and then wander around a bit to see what you can see.  You will have exactly enough time to finish this drink before you get to the trailhead. 

Another coffee place I feel warrants a visit is in the vicinity of downtown Albuquerque - Humble coffee. You can get a blue-corn blueberry doughnut to go with your drink if you want. Cool signs, good seating, not busy on a weekend morning! 

Afterwards you can stroll around and soak up the atmosphere.

The day I got to Albuquerque, Dottie took me up to the Sandia Crest Trail for a quick hike and a lovely vista of the city. A great way to start the trip. The temps were cool up at 10,000 feet, and when you have come from the humidity of Kansas, that feels simply wonderful.

We laughed like a couple of hyena's when we finally reached this trailhead... I had asked Dottie "how long until we get there" several times along the way and she assured me it was "just around the corner", when in fact she was not sure about that at all, but she saved that bit of info until after we arrived. If you have a sister, you can understand these kinds of uncontrollable fits of laughter.

the moss sisters are nothing if not crazy lucky

If you are ever around Albuquerque and feel like a hike that involves the sound of water, a meadow, wild flowers, butterflies, a cow or two, lots of trees, and the perfect combination of sun and shade, go to the east fork of the Jemez river - Conchas trailhead. The photo below is the canyon that will reward you at the conclusion of your hike. As long as you don't mind wet feet, you can cross the stream and park your butt on a rock and look for as long as you like. 

Gosh it was pretty. 

As we neared the end of the walk, the clouds turned dark and the thunder started to boom. There were cool breezes that felt delicious on our skin. 

In case you don't make it, here is a 30 second clip of our sit. 

By the way, as soon as we got our shoes off, got into the car, and turned onto the highway, big fat drops hit the windshield. The Moss sisters are nothing if not crazy lucky. Which we know, and are immensely grateful for. 

 

the itinerary was ever-changing to fit our needs

Dottie and I had a marvelous time in Albuquerque over the last days. We did all sorts of exploring in town, in the mountains, and all around. 

So much to see. The itinerary was ever-changing to fit our needs. Plans made. Plans cancelled. Items put on the list to explore the next time I visit.  

The only "must" on this trip was spending time with Dottie. Oh, and getting to taste her vegan spinach artichoke dip which I swooned over. Then I got up off the ground, went back inside, and got a little more. Because when you are sitting outside with just an umbrella between you and the New Mexico sky, a nice breeze is blowing, and you are sipping on wine and hanging out with good people, a second helping is warranted. 

with time included for naps, sitting, staring, and popsicle eating

Tonight, just a few more photos from my whirlwind trip to see Sister recently. Here we are on a neighborhood ramble through the Mount Washington area.

We did a lot of strolling through neighborhoods. So many gardens to admire, gates, fences, houses, yard art... all exciting for people who love nothing in the whole world better than homes and gardens. 

Sister's succulent pots above. Guarded carefully by Corky Lynn. One night when we were sitting out front, she bounded off the porch and launched herself right over Wyatt as she chased an intruder out of the yard. Nothing gets by the Missus. 

About 3 or 4 years ago Sister took me to The Kitchen Mouse for the first time. Now we go every single time I am there. I always get the exact same thing. Jo's breakfast sandwich - griddled millet toast, fried eggs, arugula, avocado, chipotle cream... 

The jacaranda trees were still blooming. Purple puddles of petals under trees. Divine. 

You gotta love a good paint job on a car. 

Here is one of those examples of air plants I saw incorporated into unique plantings that were tucked here and there. 

Succulent pots and California Pepper trees at Arlington Gardens.

We were looking up and down and all around, everywhere we went. 

There was also time for a small bit of blind contour garden gnome sketching. It was a lovely trip. Everything I wanted out of a quick get-a-way, with time included for naps, sitting, staring, and popsicle eating.

one of my very favorite places in all the world

On my last day in LA sister took me to the gardens at the Huntington for a stroll through paradise. 

From the subtropical, through the cactus/succulents, to the open areas with wonderful trees, an opportunity to appreciate the natural world at it's finest. 

Huge specimens with amazing curves and twists. 

I think this is the tree that grew from a seed that came from Mexico or maybe South America in the very early 1900's. 

The Chinese garden has been recently reopened after an expansive renovation. Such a peaceful place.

Mosaic tiles made with pebbles to walk on and waterfalls to walk under. 

The roses are lush, full, and fragrant. In my mind I walked through with a bucket of cool water and cut a nice selection, brought them into my kitchen and arranged them in a vase for the table. 

At the end we sat in the cool marble chair and enjoyed the statues in Shakespeare's garden. 

This is one of my very favorite places in all the world. It inspires and delights me every single time I come and fills me with even greater appreciation for every living thing. 

it is an experience to wrap yourself in

Early Saturday morning, sister and I headed north towards the wonderful beaches around Santa Barbara. Why not get in a beach walk if you can? Especially if you can hit it at low tide, see some anemones, and maybe (if you are lucky) find a few turbans whose owners have moved out and left the place unoccupied. 

There's a house on the beach with a nice collection of turbans, laid out in neat rows, bleaching out in the sun.

I am not looking to rival this collection, but would like a nice grouping of say 5 or 8? Right now I have 4. Which is pretty good. The important thing is you have to find them yourself. That makes them extra special. AND you can NOT under any circumstances displace an occupant. 

The thing about the beach is the feel of the wind, the smell of the ocean, the sounds of the birds and the surf, the way your eyes search the shore, it is an experience to wrap yourself in. And so we did. I captured a bit of it for you below.

We headed back to the city after our walk and found a wonderful little spot for breakfast where I had the most beautiful and delicious avocado toast with an iced coffee on the side - with oat milk? All I can say is don't knock it till you've tried it.

If you live in the vicinity of South Pasadena, get yourself to Cos & Pi and check it out. 

pure-deliciousness-on-a-plate

Early Thursday morning I hopped a plan out of Kansas City to Los Angeles, where I am hanging out with Sister.  Delighting in the discovery of random works of art, taking walks, petting cats, eating interesting meals, and appreciating gardens.

In other words, just all the usual stuff you do when on a long 3 day weekend.  And, if you think the combination of charred cauliflower, harissa tahini, medjool dates, mint, dill, and pistachios isn’t something you would consider eating. Think again friends. Pure deliciousness on a plate. 

I had two in the course of a week

Just a few last photos from Santa Barbara, Carpinteria, Montecito. If I close my eyes I can still hear the ocean and smell the Victorian Box trees. 

The Botanical Garden in Santa Barbara shouldn't be missed. If you can help it. The poppies blooming in this valley... took my breath away they were so perfect. 

Yes please to this wonderfully unusual window box planting. 

The almond croissant from Renauds gets very high marks. So high in fact, that I had two in the course of a week. I mean who knows when I will be back?  It is also worth mentioning that I cut into it carefully, with a knife and fork, and ate it in an excruciatingly slow manner, savoring each and every single bite. 

That's all folks! Until the next trip to see my sister. Which may be later this summer. If I can swing it. 

halfway between aimlessly and purposefully

Wandering around halfway between aimlessly and purposefully is one of the things Sister and I enjoy doing when we spend time together. This is some of the stuff we saw on one such excursion in and around Santa Barbara.

There is no end to the enjoyment to be had in strolling around neighborhoods that are unlike mine.  

Looking out over the ocean from above, is as delightful as staring at it eye to eye. Do oceans have eyes?

These blooming aeoniums look otherworldly to a Kansas gardener. 

There will be a few more posts on the subject of erratic prowls in the weeks to come, stay tuned. Meanwhile it's back to garden clean up here in Kansas. Nothing like great inspiration from a trip to give me that extra push to get started.

providing hours of blissful play

Below are the specimens collected over the course of the days I spent with Sister tramping around the beaches, gardens, back lanes, preserves, and marshes of Carpinteria, Montecito, Santa Barbara, and all points in and around there. 

I have no need to continue to pick up random items that catch my eye. But the gatherer in me says differently. 

These days more care is taken not to pick up too much. Just the things that call to me loudly. 

I like to look at them, re-arrange them, draw them, and in general delight in their uniqueness. 

Sister found this turban on our last beach walk of the trip. As it wasn't occupied, it had to come home. It will live next to the one I found last year. Maybe. They will all have to be brought outside, inspected, evaluated, and arranged carefully. It goes without saying that this will be done multiple times over the summer and in the many years to come, providing hours of blissful play.