Today’s adventure was really about some cute scenes not so
much the trip to inspect yet another park. The photos speak for themselves almost. We drove up to Santa Margarita Lake and
back. I remembered this trip from
the latter portion of it through meadows with huge oak trees. Some of the trees are struggling with the
drought, but overall there are mile after mile of them sharing the meadows with
cattle, horseback riders and us whizzing by in our cars. It was a beautiful day with clear
skies and sun. Away from the
water, we did not even require a light jacket.
We passed through a small town on the way just before the
KOA that was our destination. I saw
a dream house I could live in with a wonderful front porch that shared a bit of
the owner’s dreams. On either side
of three colorful pots of flowers sitting on a table there were placed in
perfect spacing tiny statuettes of a lighthouse, a truck and a train. Not chaotic-as a child would leave them
in play, but decorative. Behind
this display were two white rockers.
Who lives there? Do they
come out onto the porch on a hot afternoon or early in the cool evening air to
watch the world go by? Separated
from the busy world of the street before them across a white picket fence, do
they know the serene world they project of a time and place long since lost to
most of us? I don’t know. But I envision myself on that porch and
I can taste a cool glass of lemonade in my hand as I watch the world pass by…
There was a poke to the price of gas these days creeping up
to greet all of those hitting the road for a longed for vacation behind the
wheel and it brought a smile to our lips.
How funny, how universal the thought.
Maybe this is where some of the stories
and their characters are born in the imagination of those of us who feel
compelled to write.
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