Mission Creek Bridge

A paracosm of the life I wish I had.

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Spiral Yumminess

The perfect dreamy rug. 

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The Musician Within

Being once again inspired by some music I heard recently, I remembered I once made a birimbau caxixi , basically a small woven rattle. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berimbau Now that I’d like to make some music I wish I knew where my caxixi is. You can see a photo of one on that link.

Every day I want to play some live music. Percussion is the easiest thing to grab. Carrying around a piano is a bit more difficult.

The band I heard also has a trumpet.  My father had one but I imagine it was inherited by one of my sisters. Brass just adds so much to music though I’d have to use it sparingly. I did make some toots on a clarinet at one point, but wherever it is, I’m sure it needs pads, reeds and maintenance. I hope to someday get all my instruments into one musical corner of my living room. But currently my piano is hopelessly out of tune and I’m rusty on everything. I have trouble pursuing music consistently. I’m also not alone and don’t want to hear comments from others about screaming cats or anything negative. 

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Good morning.

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Sunday Morning

We started out this morning as I start many mornings, down at the stables. We have the horse drawn carriage ready to go and we wrap ourselves in woven blankets on the seat and the driver signals the two gray horses to take off down the path. 

This morning it is lightly foggy giving everything an otherworldly appearance. The feathers on my hat are blowing in the morning breeze but luckily I took the trouble to secure it with hat pins before leaving the cottage. 

So off we go to make the usual rounds. I love the clippity clop of the horse’s hooves once we get to the cobblestone road. First stop is the bakery where the smells reach my nose long before we see the stall. Today’s offering is cinnamon buns so we get those to take back to mother. But we also get some sourdough bread for the week. 

Then it is back in the carriage and on down to the dairy. There we pick up some cheese made by the monks at the mission. I love sitting in their garden and admiring the olive trees and red roses. It is not quite spring yet so only a few things are blooming. They still have red seeds on the pepper trees that they used to use to grind pepper and some mustard flowers that grow as weeds everywhere here.

Then we trot down the main road of the village and swing left to continue the loop back to the ranch. The fog is clearing up and I can see the trainers putting the race horses through their exercises. 

I am looking forward to another day.