July at the Rancho

Four little babies taking a rest; three facing east and one facing west.

Four little babies, taking their rest-three facing east and one facing west.

One stately hawk, resting on a branch-scanning for hors, here at the ranch.

One stately hawk, resting on a branch-scanning for hors, here at the ranch.

 

A husband and his wife, existing by design-one providing beauty and the other drinking wine.

A husband and his wife, existing by design-one providing beauty and the other drinking wine.

Fifty-eight olive trees, firmly in the soil-we in the house, hoping for the oil.

Fifty-eight olive trees, firmly in the soil-we in the house, hoping for the oil.

One llow lab, in per-pet-u-al motion-searching for rocks, balls, and devotion. ( with thanks to Peter and Linda for their perfect suggestion.)

One yellow lab, in per-pet-u-al motion-searching for rocks, balls, and devotion. ( with thanks to Peter and Linda for their perfect suggestion.)

 

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13 Responses to July at the Rancho

  1. Brighid says:

    Loved this post, kinda got hung up on hors line for a moment there…

    • Ladybugg says:

      I tried hors d’oeuvres but too many syllables. That hawk was thirty feet from us. Since our hawk family’s nest blew down from our old pine tree two winters ago, we don’t see them as often so close by. We hear their piercing cries but rarely do we have the privilege of last week’s view.

  2. Cyberquill says:

    Searching for lotion with devotion. I had no idea that marriages between bears and flower pots were legal in California. Come to think of it, why not?

    • Ladybugg says:

      Ha! Around the corner from this marriage, on the far side of the patio, a number of odd marriages endure: one between a blue ceramic frog and a lavender geranium, one between a rock painted like a ladybug and a watering can, and finally, one between a fuchsia and a bird feeder. Makes our marriage seem rather mundane.

  3. shoreacres says:

    If the lotion isn’t that important, how about “searching for tennis balls, rocks and devotion”?

    In any event, this is a perfectly lovely post. That’s a beautiful world you live in, and quite a handsome doggie. Do you have real bears around there? Somehow bears and olive trees don’t seem a likely pair, but what do I know?

    Your header photo reminds me of how much I enjoyed autumn in northern California. I used to make the drive to the Sacramento delta, and those golden hills could just set your heart to singing.

    • Ladybugg says:

      Thank you, Linda. The header is a view from up our road on a sunlight autumn day. No, bears are not part of our wilderness although before we fenced our property properly, wild boars and an occasional mountain lion ventured in. We also have seen foxes, many bobcats (one unfortunately snatched our cat Bobb last month), skunks, squirrels, coyotes, and as you know, bats.

      We used to spend some time out on the Delta, as we went to school in Stockton, where a Delta port hosts big tankers and freighters. I still cannot get over the image–almost an optical illusion–of the top half of an enormous freighter above the horizon line in the Central Valley. To the uninitiated, it is a Twilight Zone view. In the middle of a valley view, replete with alfalfa, rice, or grapes, sits a ship, hidden in a watery artery.

  4. Christopher says:

    Your pictures make your rancho and its rustic ambiance look so inviting, even if it’s summer’s dog days.

    Pity me here in southern BC, where each enervating sweat-soaked day is followed by another. All around me, the cacophony, the swarms of people, looking half dead, walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head. I can’t get away……….

    Will September never come……..?

    • Ladybugg says:

      Yes. September will be here before you know it and all of those tourists, who come to your beautiful city, will leave and go home, leaving you in peace. I didn’t know you had so much humidity up there.
      Ron and I, like you, are tired of the human noises that have drowned out so many other pleasurable sounds. By the way, your second paragraph is deliciously descriptive. Lovely writing.

      The rustic ambiance is a constant battle to maintain, especially for Ron. Nature will reclaim her heritage if we do not try to groom and tame Her. Today, I am raking leaves all day, and still, I will not make a dent.

  5. Richard says:

    I have shown your beautiful pictures to Glenys and she was mightily impressed and amazed at the space, the olive bushes and the begonia.

    She commented on the lovely golden landscape and thought it was a bit like the Drakensberg, which she often speaks of with great affection.

    • Ladybugg says:

      Thank you to Glenys, but nothing compares to the gorgeous garden you two have created. I have looked at the pictures five times, worried that I might have missed seeing one of the lovely flowers or hidden gems that await the careful observer. For any of my readers who want to see the quintessential English garden, here is the link: http://www.eyeshape.wordpress.com

      • Brighid says:

        Thank you for the great garden link. The bright clarity of the flowers is what charms me. It reminds me of my BIL’s garden in Vancouver WA. Mine fade to dull in the 110 heat…sigh.

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