As the sunlight rises over the mountains east of us, it ignites the white guanoed rocks in the waters below. Thursday morning, and I knew I had lots of work ahead of me, but a walk in the garden, with no eye for what tending things might need, seemed just the way to start the day.
My kitty and my camera came with me...
tiny pink roses on the path...
Leaning over the wall I see a gull, perhaps pondering where to dine for breakfast?
I know all the flowers have been given names...several of them usually and in various languages...I have even known this flower's name at some point in time and it grows under our apple trees in Sebastopol...but this morning it is a "perfect stranger," delighting me with its quiet beauty along a path by the wall above the sea.
When this century plant blooms it is likely to block the passage...
pale lavender native asters
a clique of aoeniums ... dinner plate sized succulents
morning light on the water
sunny side up
the trunk of the left most tree was soaking in a pure shot of sunlight
Phoebe, my faithful escort cat...time to get to work!