Sally’s Blog
Driving to Borrego
I’m driving one of my favorite roads, the drive to Borrego Springs, and now I’m starting the stretch running seven miles from the mountain town of Julian through the hamlet of Banner, “the Banner Road.” Whoo boy! Lots of curves-–what great driving! This is not a road...
Sand and Rock and Air
You’re reading the first in a series of posts about travel and places, this one occasioned by Andy’s and my upcoming annual trip to the Anza Borrego Desert in southern California, northeast of San Diego. Borrego’s two-and-a-half hours away; more than that, it is a...
Chez California
When I came to California from Massachusetts in 1968, newly married—to Berkeley, no less—everything was new, everything was dazzling, and little seemed familiar. It was as though I’d landed in a sort of Disneyland replete with regions: UC Berkeley, Frat Land,...
Blazing Into the New Year
Happy New Year! Happy New Year? What a start I’ve had.After a grand and busy Christmas with family here, both local and visiting, a sleepy New Year’s Eve (neither of us made it to midnight, nor anywhere close), --and then The Bug. On January 4th, I joined a long line...
Wreathed in Christmas
Stopping for a last-minute ingredient the day before Thanksgiving, on my way into the supermarket, I came on a stack of evergreen Christmas wreaths; I could have just picked one up and tossed it into my cart. Cross that item off the list! Or a couple of days later, I...
Chutney With Vera
When I first came to California in 1968, newly married, I started right in to continue the Thanksgiving traditions I knew from childhood, though one of my first such dinners included turkey cooked at too high a heat and thoroughly dried out; somehow I cobbled together...
Storm
A few days after the summer solstice this past June, we were sitting on the deck at the cottage overlooking Lake Mendota, in Madison, Wisconsin. Our grandsons were happily mudding on the little beach nearby, and we were chatting with our daughter and son-in-law,...
Reunion
A warm Friday afternoon in August on Cape Cod. A grassy area outside a local brewery offers a summery welcoming space, as does also a canopied flagstone terrace with tables and chairs. Among all the voices, all the chatter and laughter, you might have heard these...