I live right next to some of the most beautiful country you could imagine: five minutes out of downtown Petaluma the hills roll in varieties of colors depending on the season:
Green for Spring
Gold for Summer
Brown for Fall and Winter
It is fall, and so the cow-dotted ground is the color of my favorite corduroys from childhood - a rich camel dotted in forest green.
Today in my desire to gentle the fall blues (as I had an incredibly important custom order to make that required my incredibly measured and sunshine-y energy)
I gathered up my orders to be mailed and drove off to Point Reyes, 16 miles toward the coast on a winding road with no consistent speed limit.
Jones and Janey stayed home, but I am sure they would have loved to tag along (can you see little Janey by the window???)!
Point Reyes is a tiny town famous for its fromageries (I couldn't think of an English word for it - cheese shops... perhaps I could have just said 'cheese shops'?)
There is a bakery that melts my heart and a few really, really good restaurants that Anthony and I frequent with great affection and the locals are super kind and friendly.
Point Reyes was what the doctor ordered for me today and I came home to finish two pieces in process:
A custom order of great magnitude:
And a really neat-o Tigereye ring in size 8.25 for the Metal Shop:
The ring band says 'Warm Love' just like the title of one of my favorite Van Morrison songs: the stone is pure warmth with its fall tones and chatoyance and it came into my life in a fantastic and moving way.
I love when stones I set have secret stories and emerge from deep pockets in my heart where I have been holding on to them!
I hope you are all dreaming of boots and sweaters this evening as I am... and peacoats, too - this will be the first winter I've had in six years.
To most of you it would laughable that winter is when things actually go below freezing, but compared to the mildness of Los Angeles the frost and chill of Petaluma will merit a coat.
A yellow peacoat.