A ride out

Pat not only gifted me but took time to plant the Shasta daisies.    We've been told the deer do not like them and so far they have been in three whole days.   I hope it is true and if so, I'll buy more and plant them in the big pot which the deer keep cleaned out.

We took a ride out to Lone Ranch beach, one of my favorite spots.   The fog bank was dark and heavy and it came in and kept us cool for the day.  

This king size weed is a russet color and has bead like berries on it.   It seems to stand out as king of the hill in a big patch of weeds along the path way.

I brought a bucket along in case the berries were ready for picking.  I have a pie in mind.   Not yet. . . the berries are small and turning but still more blossoms than berries.    I saw some folks with a big white can and thought them to be berry pickers but found out they were part of the 'trash dogs' team and were busy cleaning up the beach areas.

The driftwood is still laying around bleaching out.

We rode back through town and went down one of our favorite rides where there are open fields.  This one has hay bales all covered in white plastic.

This is an Easter Lily farm. 

Here is a field of Easter Lillies,   I haven't taken time to visit one of the fields or find out how and why the first blossoms are picked.  I think it helps the bulbs to grow bigger and stronger.    I didn't see any of the workers today but usually they are in teams and they pull the first blossoms off.   The landmark rock looks like the head of a sleeping giant.   

Hump day, all day, and our seconds fly by.    There is nothing like a ride around the outskirts of town to see the work some folks participate in every day.    The trash dogs are all volunteers and do such a marvelous job of keeping the beaches and the back roads clean and clear.    There are some folks that trash just because they are to lazy to pick up after themselves, or wont pay to have their big items taken to the dump and leave them beside the back roads.   Sometimes I think it is just laziness or a very bad attitude . . . 'hooray for me and to hell with you';   um. . . seems I've met a few of those people in my life time.    We are lucky in being brought up to appreciate the value of our properties, and know that there is a place for everything and everything in its place.  It makes life so much simpler and gives us the freedom to partake in the good things in life.   Enjoy your hump day and go around picking up after yourself so you will be free to enjoy your seconds and have a big smile of accomplishment when you look around and are complimented on how neat and tidy you are . . . it's not a sin . . . just pure pleasure.  Hugs to all.