Week Two

I couldn’t properly toodle around until we found ourselves a home and signed the paperwork. Fortunately, we found a lovely home in saratoga last week. It’s sunny and quaint and sits on a terraced acre where an orchard once stood. The road bisects the farm from the field. We live in its vestiges: a tower hung with vines, once for water, stands beside the driveway. What happened to the orchard? In the excitement of finding ground for roots I forgot to ask. There’re more history behind the house, too. It was the retirement home for the owner’s parents. I recognize the 50s mint cream bathroom tiles. A real breakfast nook. And it was home to two young boys, before we came along last week. There is a fading basketball hoop in the driveway with a piece of paper taped to the backboard, claiming “FREE.” Two belay ropes hang from a large pine tree in the backyard, and as I look around, I see other swings hanging in other trees. A treehouse in an alcove of the lot, tucked behind soft green corners.

We move in february 1st. The owner, who lives next door, is my new town historian. She has a playground of her own in her backyard, standing attention under the eaves, awaiting her seven granddaughters. In her pool she has taught all the neighborhood children to swim. Ford is on her list for Summer 2007. She even has an Araucana chicken.
Home, indeed!

In the meantime, back to toodling:

Shoreline Park shenanigans

Natural Bridges driftwood

cleaning our lungs at Castle Rock SP

budgeting a membership

We lived here once and it was never so sunny. Kids change everything. Baker beach, the Presidio, SF

Noodles on Haight

Tired on Haight

all toodled out on Twin Peaks.