Looking out My Window:
Trinidad, California

by Victoria
(Trinidad, CA USA)

Looking out my window, just maybe (on tip-toes), I can see the ocean over the treetops... and, at this moment (5:43pm on a Saturday evening), I can hear the distant fog-horns and soft sound of the surf and very distant barking sea lions.

Across the street of our country lane are redwoods, spruce, and a vast assortment of ferns and fauna including song birds, squirrels, and even an occasional bear or mountain lion.

Baaaah Baaaah call the two goats who we watched grow from teeny babies to full-size, now the grounds-keepers for the place across the street.

On our daily walk with our dog, we cross through the forest and over a creek which runs through the forest into a waterfall onto College Cove Beach.

My husband and son and a friend are at the dinner table downstairs finishing up --- and the window is open so I can hear voices... but no words. I feel the late afternoon sun unseasonably warm after this 75+degree day, cooling down now with a very slight sea-breeze.

My home office is on the second level and the main window is highlighted by a 24"x60" stained-glass peacock window made by my husband.

Around dinner time, I picked our first pot full of apples from a tree in our front yard. I will wash, quarter and slow-cook the apples into homemade applesauce, yummy served warm with a dollop of real whipped cream and fresh-ground cinnamon.

Hehaaa Hehaaa: Taco, our neighborhood burro who lives in the eucalyptus tree bordered meadow down our long graveled driveway, just brayed: he is the son of Pepe and Myrtle (they don't live here anymore). He shares the pasture with his alpaca friends, Barney and Homer, picking off blackberry bushes with two other billy goats.

Trinidad is a paradise (aka a quaint fishing village), population 311 (in-town which is 1 square mile). We live slightly out of town on Stagecoach Road --- the original stage coach road which ran along the northern California coast.

For a full dose of sunshine, Sunday I will plant an autumn garden including broccoli, cauliflower, chard and brussel sprouts, starts we brought home this morning from a visit to the farmers' market in Arcata. My husband will be working on his backyard railroad and my son may take a ride along Stagecoach road and do some trash pick (usually not much to find), community- service for his Boy Scout troop.

When pausing long enough to look and listen... we are able to see and feel how very fortunate we are --- as if all under heaven --- living this blessed life!