baa baa baby sheep

trees in Golden Gate Park

Twilight, Speedway Meadow, San Francisco

Sufini Linguine

My friend Mari’s daughter is one of my favorite playmates. She looks like a cutesie pie strawberry shortcake, but Sufini Linguine is all Darth Vader mixed with Steve Urkell.
I really enjoy the time I get to spend with her.
Loves.

Andrea and Sofia

Shot using luminous late afternoon sunshine as our guide …

If buildings could talk, the Tassajara School House would tell of children reciting lessons, ciphering and singing in a classic one-room school. Students from Tassajara Valley ranches attended this school from 1889 to 1946.

Students from first to eighth grade walked, rode horses and took buggies to get to school. In 1889 Richard D. Williams was the teacher and 41 students attended that August. Roger Podva (born in 1884) began school in 1890 and said there were 42-75 students at the school when he attended, sitting two to a desk. They learned mental arithmetic, reading, geography, spelling and writing. A picture of George Washington hung on the wall.

Today the School House sits in rural, restored splendor on its original site at 1650 Finley Road in Contra Costa County’s Tassajara Valley. A belfry with bell, old outhouses, a restored stable, picnic tables and a new redwood water tower complete the picture.

Tiffany and Andrew

Shot at the Old School House and accompanying fields and ranches nearby, in the late afternoon.

If buildings could talk, the Tassajara School House would tell of children reciting lessons, ciphering and singing in a classic one-room school. Students from Tassajara Valley ranches attended this school from 1889 to 1946.

Students from first to eighth grade walked, rode horses and took buggies to get to school. In 1889 Richard D. Williams was the teacher and 41 students attended that August. Roger Podva (born in 1884) began school in 1890 and said there were 42-75 students at the school when he attended, sitting two to a desk. They learned mental arithmetic, reading, geography, spelling and writing. A picture of George Washington hung on the wall.

Today the School House sits in rural, restored splendor on its original site at 1650 Finley Road in Contra Costa County’s Tassajara Valley. A belfry with bell, old outhouses, a restored stable, picnic tables and a new redwood water tower complete the picture.

Old School House

I shot photos of Drew and Fifi last week on a splendid Sunday Afternoon. I met up with their moms (kids in tow) at a sweetly restored old school house in Danville.
A little bit about the magnificent school house:

If buildings could talk, the Tassajara School House would tell of children reciting lessons, ciphering and singing in a classic one-room school. Students from Tassajara Valley ranches attended this school from 1889 to 1946.

Students from first to eighth grade walked, rode horses and took buggies to get to school. In 1889 Richard D. Williams was the teacher and 41 students attended that August. Roger Podva (born in 1884) began school in 1890 and said there were 42-75 students at the school when he attended, sitting two to a desk. They learned mental arithmetic, reading, geography, spelling and writing. A picture of George Washington hung on the wall.

Today the School House sits in rural, restored splendor on its original site at 1650 Finley Road in Contra Costa County’s Tassajara Valley. A belfry with bell, old outhouses, a restored stable, picnic tables and a new redwood water tower complete the picture.

Adopt-A-Ewe

For $500 you can adopt one of Rebecca King’s pasture fed sheep and in return be invited to Open Houses at the farm; receive twice a month cheese CSA boxes & your choice of either Lamb Meat or a Wool Comforter.
Click Here to Contact Farmer Becky

Take a little naps where the roots all twist

Peach Season. Time to Celebrate and let the juice run down your face.

Movin’ to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin’ to the country,
Gonna eat me a lot of peaches
Movin’ to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin’ to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches

Peaches come from a can,
they were put there by a man
In a factory downtown
If I had my little way,
I’d eat peaches every day
Sun-soakin’ bulges in the shade

Take a little naps where the roots all twist
Squished a rotten peach in my fist
And dreamed about you, woman,
I poked my finger down inside
Make a little room for it to hide
Nature’s candy in my hand or can or a pie

Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for free

Look out!

Snow Queen

“Advice is like snow; the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into, the mind.” – Anonymous

Feeling snow, softly sift across your face and gently dust your shoulders is sincerely the most magical feeling that Mother Nature can gift upon us. I am in awe that anything can touch that softly . . .

Uma’s first trip to the snow (at least, since I’ve had her).
Easter Sunday
Stirling City, Calif. – 1PM – Lailani, Jeff, Regis and Mimi

little bunny foo foo

My house is called Carroll Gardens.
Frequently, at CG, there are shenanigans and debauchery. Messy art projects and friends are forever coming over and spending days and weeks with us.
There’s always something fresh being cooked. Always a couch surfer or two hanging out on a bar stool in the dining room / war room. Usually the remnants of some theme dress up party strewn around. Weird plants bloom and funny songs get played.

It takes alot to illict a real, live Holler. An excited Holler.

So I took it seriously when Alicia yelled “HEY! THERE’S A RABBIT ACROSS THE STREET!”

And I finally found something, my much stronger and fearless roommate is a little bit scared of – touching random bunnies found on the street.
haha