All in a 5 minute walk from Lisa’s front door:
The resinous smell from rubbing the leaves of a 75 foot Eucalyptus tree.
The slimy feeling underheel from crushing a ( already-collapsed) cactus near the creek.
The licorice taste from chewing a 10 foot anise weed.
The bitter taste of a handful of windfall sidewalk olives. Lisa says olives can’t be eaten until they’ve been processed in lye. These were SO RIPE that, lye or not I could almost enjoy one or two, in the same way you might enjoy chewing a sliver of aromatic soap.
The weird squidlike rubbery feel of a large white mushroom.
The vivid green on a dragonfly’s bulging eyes as he sat eating a living morsel.
The sound of silence.
I gotta get my antenna up in a new direction this week, too. Glad you're enjoying the space away!
Posted by: Peter | November 23, 2006 at 06:25 AM
Ooooo! Grazing on natures bountiful supply! The perfect way to spend Thanksgiving! Have a great one!
Posted by: Denise | November 23, 2006 at 10:10 AM
Nice sensory evocation of CA.
Posted by: Dave | November 23, 2006 at 12:26 PM
very wordsworthian.
Posted by: jc | November 25, 2006 at 07:35 PM