Am I dreaming? Is January disappearing in a blink? It must be time for another trip out to Point Reyes, time to let my eyes rest on the horizon, time to let time stand still.
Or, we could just go back to Sea Ranch, and rent a house for another week. I am missing the Edge of the Continent, where the wilderness touches the sea.
A lesson in Irish Breakfast: Irish Coffee. Seriously, this was a first for me, but could be repeated easily.
Jameson. Good, thick French Press Coffee. Whipped Cream.
Yes. I am so fond of my coffee pot.
Joseph and Maureen brought their new Christmas gifts out with them, which included a new, handy-dandy pressurized whipped creamer, you know, like the Downtown Bakery uses. A dangerous gift.
Usually, Wayne is somewhat of a purist about breakfast. This was to his liking. He may have met his Irish genes in this cup. A new breakfast of champions.
The Master Irish Barista.
She's Irish, too.
Yes. That was fun, celebrating the New Year at the coast.
Today I cleared the garden, it is now ready for the rototiller. I've pulled and dug out the horrible, nasty grass, and filled the bin with it. The hens have been working with me, fluffing feathers and finding tasty morsels under the mulch. The sun has been shining daily, and the nights are cool, sometimes foggy. I pruned the grape and just two roses. Pulled more grass.
I like this, slowing down to season. Getting ready for the rush of Spring, which isn't far off.
So, for tonight, I'm slow. Outside it sounds like there is an owl in our backyard maple. Dogs sacked. Dinner bubbles. Happy Mid-winter Eve.