melissa and jesse’s place in sebastopol is the ultimate in rural suburbs of an already small town (pop. 8,000). their little house is a one room affair with a loft and an enormous deck. it sits behind the larger house where friends tasha and brian live. they’ve planted many garden boxes, making a small farm, complete with 6 chickens. they’re growing corn (so delicious and amazingly sweet, no need to cook or season),
kale (melissa cooked this up with garlic and soy sauce and it was amazing), carrots (so sweet and earthy), arugula, frisee, broccoli, brussels sprouts (a favorite of the chickens, much to the chagrin of tasha), green bell peppers and green spicy peppers among other things. next door is an apple orchard and some horses beyond that. we went walking one evening to the neighboring land. it was an idyllic walk through the summer’s golden hour. 
melissa and i went to the coast one day and did a writing exercise and saw some sea lions like huge grey slugs on some rocks, far into the ocean.
i visited the sebastopol cemetery, a nice place to be. i’ve never seen so many sandstone looking headstones. it makes the cemetery feel warm and almost welcoming.
it took a while, but our beasts became comfortable with each other. they never played like we wanted them to, but they sniffed and checked each other out, living harmoniously together.
pole bangers
the 18mo. old neighbor, river
tasha and brian jump for joy, jesse-all close up
some mandrake root carrots, delicious dal melissa and i made, what happens when you sneeze with a white strip on your teeth, foggy morning.
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