![]() ![]() ![]() They were beckoning mountains with a brown grass love. I remember that the Gabilan Mountains to the east of the valley were light gay mountains full of sun and loveliness and a kind of invitation, so that you wanted to climb into their warm foothills almost as you want to climb into the lap of a beloved mother. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer-and what trees and seasons smelled like-how people looked and walked and smelled even. I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. It is a long narrow swale between two ranges of mountains, and the Salinas River winds and twists up the center until it falls at last into Monterey Bay. The Salinas Valley is in Northern California. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |