Small family hike as we spy on the peacocks, and unsuspectedly come across about six babies, spending some scratching and lurching the water for lunch. Leo Carrillo Ranch is certainly a look back into the younger future of California, with the adobes, the ranch houses, the “western life.”
I miss the smell of sage, black and white, the other coastal canyon plants. I miss the yuccas and the sword-like agave, also known as the century plant (have no idea why), each of the stem flowers flowering once and then dying.
I rub the hand against dust, press some into open cuts. Always adding more and changing piece by piece.