and off to a nearby, small, rural town in search of a plant sale. Always a sucker for succulents. Cathy, also a plant enthusiast, gave us a tour of a bit of her quite large property. It was like a little bit of paradise stuck out in the middle of the mostly flat and dry Rio Linda. I am going to go back when the light is kinder and do a little "story" about her and her place.
We drove around and I took some photos of the place I once called home. As a child we lived in an old, two bedroom farmhouse in Rio Linda. My first memories are there. My first memory of having a memory is there. My father had a worm farm and enough acreage to hide, get into trouble, and just be kids. My mom always had a vegetable garden. I had a pony named Nugget. We were a sanctuary for unwanted farm animals (a goat, sheep, chickens) as well as other strays (cats, dogs, peacocks, a white barn owl) that found their way to our happy home.
I took photos of the old stop light where my father said Trolls lived as well as the concrete structures he'd take us to see. I can't find any information about their creator, even from the locals. I walked around, despite the no trespassing signs, and felt really sad that it is no longer being taken care of. If I can find him, if he is still alive, I want to help. We have very little outsider art left around here and it could be a cool thing to get some kids or other creative-types involved.
We stopped at some yard sales and met some interesting characters, picked up some unnecessary odds and ends and ended with some great Mexican food. Good day!
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