Camino By Day And By Night

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First thank you to all the folks that sent in birthday wishes to old Felipe. Warms the heart knowing all you guys are out there for me. So, here are a few shots along Phil’s Camino showing you the winter by day and then shots from last night’s outdoor party. The whole situation is a little water logged but fun.

The hawthorn fruit (haws) and the lichen covered branches.
The hawthorn fruit (haws) and the lichen covered branches.
The gate between the north and south pastures showing some of the flooding.
The gate between the north and south pastures showing some of the flooding.
Ankle deep .
Ankle deep .
Picnic table under the shelter by the bonfire. ready for hearty guests to arrive.
Picnic table under the shelter by the bonfire. ready for hearty guests to arrive.
Bucket of flowers in from Annie and the movie crew.
Bucket of flowers in from Annie and the movie crew.
Pretty dark but there is Wiley and James manning the solstice bonfire.
Pretty dark but there is Wiley and James manning the solstice bonfire.

Well, it will take four or five days to start to see a significant change in the amount of daylight but believe me we are ready for it. And I know, I know it’s not a bucket of flowers but I was inspired by something Catalina our art history babe from Berkley wrote. She was winging her way through the sky on her way to Christmas destinations and emailed a birthday wish from the “aeroplane”. She is a historian so maybe we should give her a little leeway on this one or perhaps this is some super newfangled mode of transport we are not up on yet. Anyway, clarification is needed.

So, life goes on. We are crawling out from under the party debris and picking up Our Jennifer and off to the big city today for our gallon of chemo then off to a Caminohead’s dinner tonight. Yup, stamina is needed. Best wishes, love, Felipe.

2 thoughts on “Camino By Day And By Night”

  1. A tardy “feliz compleanos” to you Old Corps Amigo!

    I’m sure it was unintentional that you left out the intel specifying just how old you are. I think it will suffice to say that it’s the oldest you’ve ever been!

    The Clan Conway also does a Solstice Bonfire, but we’re definitely on the “wild side” in our choice of combustibles. Son in law Matthew, piano tuner supremo, works for a large musical instrument sales company. As a free service, they pick up old pianos from homes where they have sold a new(er) one. The Conway farm serves as the drop off point for these unwanted derelicts. On the winter solstice we have a neighborhood get together and set them all ablaze. They burn with an amazing gusto and the strings provide their final sonata as they stretch and twang their final notes. Never heard that one before, now have ye lad? All that remains are the large and heavy cast iron “harps” that held the strings, and we gather them up with the rest of the farm iron pile and take them to be recycled. So, from the bonfire to the crucible of the smelter to a new life as who-knows-what. A new Tonka toy truck for one the grandkids, maybe. How’s that suit you for a metaphor for the start of a new year and new season?

    Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas old Marine,
    SF,
    PFJ

    1. PFJ ~ Hey dude, I like the vision of the piano fire. Have to make that one sometime. Yea, turned sixty eight yesterday. For years I thought it was all the same after twenty one but this year I am super thankful. Doing the gratitude thing. Merry Christmas to you, Farmer Cathy and the fam. Felipe.

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