The only trip to Cafe Trieste of the year, alas.
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| January |
The ferry from Victoria to Port Angeles, what a ride.
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| February |
Nothing really to say about this.
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| March |
A peaceful truce in the kitchen.
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| April |
A peaceful cat in the garden.
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| May |
The first of many fruit pies. This was a birthday gift to a good friend.
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| June |
The garden was more than happy to show it's appreciation for all the attention it received this year.
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| July |
The prayer flags disappeared up the tree to the squirrel nest. I like to think my squirrel buddies are being kept warm by them as the weather has turned cold.
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| August |
Neighbors were adding their comments to the big cat. More items have appeared and I have my suspicions as to the perpetrator. My next door neighbor and I joke that we have front yards that people do not steal things but rather add things, that's life in Mayberry, Alameda.
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| September |
Finally, air clean enough air to get out on the bay.
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| October |
This is Eddy, my granddog, who lives in Truckee enjoying the first snow.
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| November |
And Covid or no Covid, my yogi friends and I managed an exchange of cookies, candy, scarves, and FRUITCAKE. This is no ordinary fruitcake.
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| December |
What a year! Good health to all!
