It's fun to learn new words. Yesterday my friend Julie taught me one in Barbareno Chumash. That's the language of the Coastal Band of the Chumash Nation, of which she is a member. Julie and her daughter came along with me to my friend Martha's home to pick some beautiful Spartan apples she had to spare.
When we had been there just a few minutes, we heard the telltale call of a bald eagle. We looked around and he was at the top of a tree right across the street! He stayed there for most of the time as we enjoyed the cold crunch of those fresh apples and laughed when they bounced where they shouldn't.
|These apples were spectacular. Martha said that Spartans were the precursor to the commercial variety Red Delicious. They were infinitely better than Red Delicious apples, however.|
|Saraiah and her buddy with the apple picker|
|An unassuming tree, just loaded with apples.|
|Maia tries to pose too.|
|The girls were NOT happy to leave this lovely place.|
|Back home. Because you can see through colanders, and that is cool.|
|These dahlias are even lovely from the back.|
|Isaac's creepy moustached pumpkin bids us farewell with a fly in his eye.|