Sunset Time on San Benito Street

 

No doubt it was a long, hard day for the bicycle food vendor. Hopefully, it was a good day of sales for him.

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"Half" a Rainbow

As the Husband and I were walking this morning, we spied "half" a rainbow. It was about to melt into the light of the day.

"I wonder where it's raining," said the Husband.

Ten minutes later, we heard what sounded like thunder, or, as the Husband put it, someone dropping some wooden planks. It had to be a humongous giant then with very, very thick slabs of wood.

But, looking ahead, we could see the clouds crying rain over the mountains that kept Cienega Valley within.

A Little Bit of Hawaii

There's this tree along Highway 25 in the hamlet of Tres Pinos that always makes me think of Hawaii. If I look at the tree from certain spots, I'm reminded of the ancient Hawaiian kings sporting their amazing helmets and feather capes. And, from other viewpoints, I can almost believe that beyond that tree is the ocean.

The Farm aka Bertuccio's Market

As you're heading south (towards Tres Pinos) on Highway 25, look  ahead for the pink house on the right, just before you get to Union Road. There's a driveway a bit beyond the house that will lead you down to a longtime local farm stand known as Bertuccio's Market, aka The Farm. Another landmark to tell you where the driveway is this old truck.

The Farm is a good source to buy fresh local eggs and milk, as well as fresh veggies and gourmet olive oils, pickled veggies, jams, pasta, and such.The Farm features their own goods as well as products made by local agriculturists and food companies.

Check out these links to learn more about Bertuccio's.

• Bertuccio's
• The Farm/Bertuccio's Market
• Bertuccio's on Facebook
• A Bit of History about Bertuccio's

Note to FCC: Nobody paid me or gave me free samples to write about this establishment. That's right!

Moon Rising Over Hollister

I like to imagine that the black bird, possibly a crow, sitting on the lamp post on Meridian Street was  enjoying the sight of the rising moon. I wonder if birds ever dream about one day going there.