Thursday, October 29, 2015

The raspin' of the tangled leaves

There are days in October that are perfect. Days when friends visit and rains come.
Sometimes they are not whole days, but moments. Pulling a chunk from a fresh, hot apple-cider doughnut. A rosy cheeked little daughter poking into the soft fresh earth with twigs. A nursery rhyme sung askew by a baby just learning to sing. Curly heads and calico. October breaks the whole dry, hot, parched world open and pours in whiskey, water, wine. Feeds us and quenches our thirst and whispers poetry on the winds. When were there ever winds before? Every storm feels new.


On Wednesday morning Amber and Milla stopped by for a visit on their way up to Tahoe. It was refreshing to sit and talk with these moonsisters of mine. In my heart, always a little warm comfortable bonfire in their presence. 

Milla brought us a pretty treat, her handmade salve that smells and feels good as it looks.




We had to wave good-bye for a long time.


It started to rain as we drove country roads and Polly fell asleep in the car. Lucy and I spent a little time visiting the chickens and picking out our favorites; kale and chard and winesap apples and Isis Candy cherry tomatoes at Five String Farm.










I set up the camera for a little self-timer shot of the two of us but the setting was on two seconds instead of ten, so this was what we got. Then a car drove up and I was too embarrassed to try again, so we'll take it.


Our crepe myrtle out front is in full color. I know from every year we've lived here to enjoy that view out the window because it will be gone in a week. 


The rain stopped, the sun came out, there was a cold bite to the air and the girls were glad to put on fluffy sweaters.




And we made homemade pizza for dinner and snacked on our harvest bounty.







And then today, Darin's day off, we took the chance on a not-too-busy weekday to head to some of our favorite Apple Hill spots. 



Apple Ridge Farm has our favorite hay maze. 




And we picked out a couple jack-o-lantern pumpkins at Rainbow Orchards just down the road.


Prettiest gnome garden next door.




Waiting for our apple-cider doughnuts, they make them to order: hot and fresh. 





Before heading home we paid visits to all the crazy scarecrows and wandered amongst the hay bales.






Lucy wore a vintage dress gifted to her when she was six months old by her auntie Addie.



Most perfect moment of all: bringing dinner to these sweet friends tonight and meeting their new little October 24 bundle. I think a Scorpio hanging in the basket of Libra's balance is a pretty much perfect combo


 I hope that Halloween weekend brings plenty of tricks and treats, magic and spooks to all of you! 


Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Old West Kids

A couple of excursions lately and the book I'm reading have had me daydreaming about what it would have been like to be a parent to my daughters 150 years ago or so.

Living in Gold Rush country, just minutes away from where gold was discovered in 1848, we encounter "old west" flavored nostalgia at every corner. On our main street we have a (somewhat controversial) dummy of a hanged man dangling from a noose out of a second story window. Tales circulate recounting the hauntings of miners' ghosts. They say there are closed up tunnels under and behind most of the downtown businesses that led secretive merchants to brothels behind the alley. In a massive digging effort a few years ago in the backyard of the Bookery, collectors excavated medicine bottles, vases, and pieces of pottery that they traced back to the earliest days of the California Gold Rush when this block housed the Union Hotel that burned down in 1856. Local graveyards are full of the bones of Chinese immigrants, prospectors from all over the world, children who left their harsh world too early, stoic mothers and fathers who grieved and worked and cooked and slept and woke to work again.

The lore of the Old West is fallible, grotesque, full of broken promises and abuses of power and greed. Perhaps that mystery, remorse, sorrow is what keeps us wondering, keeps us digging.

The past is alive for kids up at Millview Apple ranch.
 



I love to imagine life back then. What if you had to build a little shanty in a brand new, dusty, wild land to set up temporary housekeeping with no running water or electricity? How would you keep your children clean? Would you hunt or fish? Would you learn to skin an animal? What supplies would you have brought from your home back East, and what would you seek to fulfill your immediate needs? A pot, a pan, utensils, blankets, furs, a strong knife. How would you weather the storms? Would you have enough wood for the winter, would you have oil for your lamps?  What would you do if influenza came to town, if your husband took sick?



Would you build the kids a wooden seesaw? Would you let them run and play in the woods all day? 



Would you be scared of bears? Would you make friends easily? Would you bake a pie?


I love this place for building from scratch such a fun kids' area that inspires imaginative play. For using tires and wood and building rustic structures for the kids to run and hide and play. The little wooden play bakery even has metal spatulas and tin pie pans and a counter and miniature rolling pin for playing pretend. The schoolhouse has little desks and the church has little pews. And of course I love this place for the miles of views of grapevines and orchards.  And for their homemade goodies from doughnuts and pastries to pickles and sauces. It's my new favorite Apple Hill ranch and it's basically across the street from my sister's house. 







A couple days later we put on our bonnets and headed to Gold Rush Live down in Coloma. The participants and docents set up a tent camp for four days and live as if it were the 1850s. Calico dresses and lace up boots, patchwork quilts on their beds under canvas tent walls. Washtubs and cookfires and goats.


Polly wore a bonnet from the turn of the century handmade by my great-great grandmother. She wouldn't keep it on but man did it frame her round face sweetly! 


Entering the tent town, so much to see!





We arrived in time to catch the tail end of a remarkable talk by Dr. Shirley Moore about her late husband's wagon project. Joe Louis Moore was a history buff particularly interested in African Americans in the Westward movement, such as wagon maker Hiram Young, a freed slave. The Moores and colleagues built this covered wagon replica with authentic 1800s undercarriage which is now permanently housed here at Marshall Gold Discovery Park. The girls enjoyed looking at the details, and imagining what it'd be like to sit next to their Pa up on that bench seat and be heading out into open prairieland.


Tootie learned to do laundry the old fashioned way. She was keenly interested and even hung up her clean linen with a long-legged clothespin by herself.







Eyeing the goat.





Lucy tried out some old fashioned kids' games and it turns out she's not the world's greatest bowler. Takes after her mama.


The girls shared a sarsaparilla and we watched this folk band perform songs of the 1850s. 
Hey Nelly, Ho Nelly!



Phew, the wild west tires you out!


Before we left we had to catch a wagon ride on a real covered wagon drawn by two huge black horses. A bumpy, hot, fun ride that had the girls utterly entranced!




Now we just need a homestead by the river and a team of our own!