Fernley

We stopped in Grass Valley and got some fresh fruit and veg from the farmers' market, so I put together a salad of chard, avocado, lemon-cucumber and feta cheese with some Meyer lemon juice and fresh garlic from home in our plasticky motel room here in Fernley, saving money on food while spending it on a nice hot shower and some airconditioning.  I'm too tired to say anything profound so I'll just list swimming through the Azola ferns in the pond yesterday afternoon, Chris' eyes catlike like Shimmer, the climb to the apple orchard smelling faintly of apple pie from the sour, windfallen apples baking in the midday sun, windy roads through vineyards and hills, sunset light highlighting the red on redwoods driving up to the pass, desert hills opposite the sunset reminding me of Jerusalem, their tops and then only the pink clouds overhead catching the last rays of twilight.