For whatever reason, Tuesdays are meaner than Mondays this year . It seems consistent, if I’m going to get bad news, it happens on Tuesday.
Yesterday morning was glorious though. This is what happened while we were waiting for my son’s bus.
Central California isn’t beautiful at first glance. Or at most glances, haha. The sky makes up for the general ugliness, (thanks drought!), being within driving distance of the coast and the Sierra Nevada helps too. I am leaning to find beauty if less obvious places, and the less I resent being here, the easier they are to find.
The cotton field we live next to was harvested this last week, I’m not sure why so much gets left behind…
It was in the 70’s today, and the cotton harvest has started, which is great because it had rained on this crop twice and I hear that isn’t ideal? Final selfie with this year’s cotton, haha. I live right next to it but know next to nothing about it, I should work on that.
For the whole summer this valley is naturally brown, dusty and HOT, but the cotton field was a green break for my eyes! The flowers, seed pods and then cotton, are each beautiful and still remarkable to me.
Now the fields with be brown but every else will start perking up! Mostly the weeds though… haha
On Wednesday’s my son doesn’t have school, but we magically wake up early anyway. We went out and watched the sun come up this morning… so good for the soul! I watch the sunrise and sunset as often as I can, makes me feel more centered.
It is so unsatisfactory to still be hitting 90 degrees in October! The east coast girl that I still am at times, is craving some crisp fall weather, some color change, some bonfire smells… California is mocking me. But this is my second Autumn season here and I am trying to appreciate where I am, because there isn’t anything I can do about it right now!
There is a cotton field next to my house, it is about ready to be harvested. My great grandmother picked cotton inthisvalley, over 65 yesrs ago, so it has been interesting to think of her hand how hard she worked, while I watched this field grow. The farmers use funny looking machines that look like huge beatles to harvest it now.
We picked pomegranates this week, not apples. I would get used to that! They are a lot of work though.
It took two large pomegranates to get that a man of juice.
I’m working on being positive, content and even joyful about my physical location, even if I don’t think it is ideal. I WANT to be happy, so I will be happy. I should be able to me me wherever I live, and enjoy the little things. I’m grateful.