The dragon's liar. My old home at the foot of Cahuilla mountain. I lived there for twelve years all by myself. And in exchange for a low rent I was the properties care taker. Meaning mostly keeping the brush clear. Yet also some landscaping, fence mending, and all around maintenance on well equipment, and mobile upkeep (roofing and plumbing). I greatly miss the place. Plenty of solitude and no one to bother me or me them.
@Peaches Unfortunately that one isn't a pine tree. It's a ribbonwood tree (better known as redshank tree).
Very messy with all the strands of ribbons. Takes a lot of work to clear all the ribbons and train it to grow as a tree especially when you clear and train half a dozen of them or more.
This is what it typically looks like trained yet uncleaned.
Yet when cleaned, trained and it's in bloom its very pretty. Unfortunately I can't seem to find the bloom of this variety. It's all white. This is the red version untrained:
Very few people ever bother cleaning and training these trees and they normally consider them large brush or chaparral.
This one was over 30 foot tall. It towered over the mobile before I left. And the trunk was approximately 5 foot round in diameter.
@Peaches I have so so many sunset pictures. These (above) are only around the property. Others (below) are taken all over the Anza valley and Pinion pine areas:
Yet not only sunsets. 😊 Taken in Pinion pines:
Just a note: the trees here are all ribbonwood or also called redshank.
Sheba also misses the old place. It's just got to be hard on a cat that was born, raised and lived two years on her own in the mountains. Then moved to the big city in such a small place with all kinds of strange cats all around.
And yet... and yet she still follows me all around. 🤷🏻♂️
Yet never once has she ever touched my food even early on. Smell yes, never touch until I give her some directly.
@Peaches Yep. Extremely polite cat. Won't even jump on my lap without asking... just sits in front of me until I let her. I think she knows that I'll give in at some point. 😆
Same with when she wants out. Just some times she claws the couch if she thinks I don't know she's at the door. 😒
The food thing I believe was how and where she was brought up. The guys were very skimpy on food her first two years. They figured that her job was to catch mice and rodents.
Sure I brought food for her as well. Yet I wasn't there all the time. It wasn't until I lost my other cat that I took her in. Shady would never have gotten along with Sheba. I tried that once with disastrous results with Wild-one another ferral station cat. Now that's another sad story. Wild-one. 😢
I as mentioned in her photoboard we figured she had lived at the transfer station around two years and always outside. Even in the snow under the office trailer. 😞
@Peaches It very bad those first three years. You could see the walls move. And the sound was like a train going through the place. The drafts were also tremendous.😬
It's amazing just what a solid roof can do instead of thin metal sheeting.
