Deer Creek 7am
Back from the orange bloom
A walnut growing wild. The farmer just disks around it.
Mr. K, who kindly allows us to use their property for one load of bees,
is a third generation farmer in Pixley.
His grandfather came from Germany and farmed here with mules.
As I jogged along the creek, a strange smell assaulted my senses.
I figured some chemical was being sprayed -- till I smelled this bloom.
As my old chemistry lesson informed me, everything is made out of chemicals.
Horehound Growing Wild
The Creek is muddy.
Victor says the irrigation district must have just let the water in.
My sweet brothers unloaded my trailer first to let me go on home.
Victor even turned it around for me because it was a tight spot.
But, getting off the tractor tracks, it got stuck in soft dirt,
Lance to the rescue!
Lift
GO!!
Then I put in my key, since Vic had taken his...
Dead.
A gopher pushed up dirt in the path ahead. Just missed getting his pic!
I hung around, finishing my jog before telling Lance that the van was a goner,
since I thought he would have to tow me home.
When I told him,
he came over and turned his key.
It STARTED!
"Just keep my key," he said.
I think the jog gave it time to cool down.
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C Clamps
Marvin's Shop, 10:30 am
Under the work bench
A man who knows his trade
Legs for the church nursery table.
They looked so perfect, I thought he bought them.
"No," Marvin's grandson told me, "he turned them on the lathe."
Tools of the Trade
Shavings
"Pat do I have this phone number written somewhere else?"
(Besides our picture envelope)
Treasured Wood
Bowls for a lathe
Pat's piano tips
Hair Cutting Lesson
A gentle man, who is apt to teach.
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The Jewelry Scale
Carlos' Shop
We first met Carlos when we bought Joshua's wedding band
and needed it sized before he arrived for a visit and the betrothal ceremony.
The jewelry store said it would take a couple weeks.
We could not wait for that, so they sent us directly to him.
Tools of a Jeweler
Skillful fingers
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