I live in a small town east of San Francisco. It is on San Pablo Bay, part of the larger San Francisco Bay. I have lived here for four years. It is home and yet not home. Do ex-patriates ever feel completely at home ?
These are pictures from a morning walk from 6 a.m. to 8 a.m. The light becomes hard quickly at this time of year.
Many have good gardens.
Some do not.
Palms and redwoods, ubiquitous by the Bay.
It’s California, we need our chakra balancing, apparently.
I come home to my small house and garden, greeted by Manihot grahamii. Gardening isn’t easy when you travel as much as I do. I have had big gardens. I am content with this one. For the moment.