Up here on the mountain, there’s a light dusting of yellow tree pollen (oak?) covering everything, inclulding the chair I’m sitting on. It adds a patina to the orange bee poop scattered over my car, a souvenir of Ojai’s high orange blossom season.
Yesterday I had a goal of walking 5000 steps and according to my pedometer, I’d barely reached that by bedtime, thanks to an extra trip up & down the stairs. After my morning rounds, walking by the lake, hitting the hardware store and buying fresh local eggs (at the market, not the hardware store, silly) I’d easily exceeded that by 9:23 AM. Ankle rehab likes the mountains.
It’s good guitar-pickin’ country too. Just spent some time out on the deck playing the 6 in drop F#. The birds seem to like it & it fits the raincloud mood. I’m working up a good flatpicking guitar park for Snake In The Rafters on the old Martin 12. The namesake snake met an untimely end to which I was an accomplice, but it achieves immortality in this song. Ain’t that the way.
