All of these conspired to send me up to one of my favorite places: St. Orres in Gualala.
Did you hear a pre-Halloween scream Sunday night? It was me. So sorry if I startled you. This little fella was kind enough to visit me (or scare the bejesus out of me) while I was in the Wild Flower cabin getting ready for a delicious meal at St. Orres.
The scream you heard on Monday afternoon was me, too. This beautiful moth surprised me while I was driving down Hwy. 1 with the top down. (Don't worry, I stopped to take this picture.)
He sat on my lap. I guess he likes coastal drives with the top down, too. Crazy moth.
It wouldn't be Halloween without candy. I screamed one final time when I found surprise candy in my purse. (Way, way, waaaay more delightful than surprise money!) I know at least 2 of you will recognized this sachet*.
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*Hey... did the work sack derive from the word sachet? If so, shouldn't we spell sack, sach? Just a thought.
*Hey... did the work sack derive from the word sachet? If so, shouldn't we spell sack, sach? Just a thought.
4 comments:
Dean: I am a girl! :)
MT: :)
[Origin: bef. 1000; 1940–45 for def. 5; ME sak (n.), sakken (v.), OE sacc (n.) < L saccus bag, sackcloth < Gk sákkos < Sem; cf. Heb śaq]
Ah! Thank you for that, Willie.
I say we spell it saq then.
Me too! I recognize that saq!!
(Sorry I'm so behind!)
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