We spent another quiet weekend at home enjoying the rain. It isn't often that we get a real and lasting storm, so when we do we like to soak it up wholeheartedly. Eating chili, taking naps, watching movies and keeping the fire on. We did make it to a family birthday party, a baby shower Saturday and Mike played the NAMM show Sunday where he also sold some of his guitars at the vintage show. But other than that, we spent a lot of time in pajamas with a few new *Netlfix picks to keep us warm.
We sat met the Boveesfor lunch. Snacked on chips and seaweed.
Calmed countless tantrums and worked out quarrels struck on lollipop issues.
Rode new skateboards and watched Jack chase those big white pelican around the lake.
Played hide & seek. Sardines, and kick ball.
We stayed till dusk, watched the sun set.
Had our cars jumped by the nice ranger with a peculiar look on his face, noting the two of us with dead cars and a backseat full of cranky kids.
We drove home and warm took baths to wash away that dirty park smell, ate dinner with friends and enjoyed the tail end of the inauguration and then fell fast asleep with sun drenched visions of a bright January day with friends and new toys, and wild dogs and those big white pelicans settling inside our midnight dreams.
The hills behind our home let us forget that we are tucked so tightly inside that quiet little suburban confine / community, built on top of land where so many wild animals use to inhabit only a handful of years ago, before the machines and architects all pushed them out. There are big dusty roads that lead to trails that take you up to the top of a big green mountain where the land is lined with pines, and then half way hidden houses of all shapes and sizes nestled deep along the hillside. We hear people talk of coyote sightings and rattlesnakes lurking along the brush. They say the land was notoriously manned by various Indian tribes and that the burial site is still there. Somewhere. If you care to investigate. We don't. But we sure do enjoy the whispers of history that still float around that space.
We take walks and skip rocks, and the boys run mad like wild geese along the fields.
If even for an hour. . .
It's a neat escape. A quiet mid week break that I realized last week we should visit more often. A little slice of 'country' right in our backyard.
Also, I saved my favorite photo from the day for You Are My Wildposting on Tuesday morning. Swing by and take a look if you have a chance. So many great photos to drop in and visit on a weekly basis.