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The viewpoint expressed here is that of a traditional woman who believes our most important legacy is what we leave behind in the hearts of others is our most important legacy.
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Our little Eden, complete with the occasional snake, is USDA Zone 9B. Nested high in a chaparral filled valley, ground level is 957’ above sea level. The view is incredible. The specific climate is mostly Sunset Zone 20. I don’t want stalkers, so we’ll skip the GPS info. It is pretty glorious to live here in the land of 2 seasons: Fire and mudslide.
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Monday, February 28, 2011
Look Who Came to Dinner/ Decision Time
12:05 PM a scrub jay landed on the ledge outside my study window. Not quite as shocking as last year's lunch visits by local hawk. Still, a squawking bright blue bird staring you down is an attention getter.
Decided Mr. Jay meant for me to refill the bird feeders. It wasn't long before an entourage of woodpeckers dropped in.
Mr Acorn Woodpecker
The Victorian feeder is generally filled with a birdseed mix laden with peanuts, safflower and sunflower seeds and sweetened with raisins. Sometimes extra nuts and dried fruit are added from the pantry. This last month I decided to experiment with stirring in the disgusting looking dried meal worms from the pet store.
The change in menu must be why the new visitors.
Tuesday, 127 Hours will be released on Blu-Ray. I am working up the nerve to watch the harrowing account of survival by hiker Aron Ralston.
In 2005 I interviewed Aron for my Editor's column in community newspaper
Between a Rock and a Hard Place was his chronicle of how when hiking alone in a slot canyon, an accident led to Aron being trapped. He had to choose between possible life without his arm vs certain death with it. Aided by a pocket knife- he chose to be his own surgeon.
On the face, a story with a self- amputation at its core is gruesome. But I remember Aron describing the act as being driven by wanting to be with loved ones.
172 Hours can be argued to be a true-to- life love story where no one died- while Titanic was a true tragedy (1490 people perished) yet James Cameron turned stupendous misfortune into a love story. Ironic, isn't it?