We understand that there are beautiful old trees at the beach but that they are covered by mantillas of hanging moss that catch the light and the raindrops. They look beautiful and elegant but they may be draped in green death. Ick. The keeper almost hit a young deer on the road from town today. He was grazing the salal and blackberry bushes alongside the road and it was difficult to see him in the mist.
She told us that it was pleasant last evening and that the otters came out and swam the canal with the baby ducks and geese. And the water was orange and silver. But then it started raining nails again, so she will be reading her books again. She finished Devil's Highway last night. A seering true story of the ill-fated crossing of 20 some immigrants and their coyotes across the Arizona/Sonora desert.
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