
Farmers, the food warriors are the hardest working people in the world and you can see it every day in the Salinas Valley. One of my favorite memory photos is of a lettuce field, early in the morning as the sun is rising with dew...like diamonds.

As we passed through Castroville, the artichoke capital of the world I had to pick some up...yummy.

Our final stop was the cemetery to spend time with the parental unit's, cleaning and weeding their grave site. The Monterey Bay is just over the sand dune behind them...where they spent so many i happy times. I believe places like this had a place when we were not such a transitory society...now it is difficult. I feel challenged by the idea that someday these sites will no longer be tended, abandoned by time and distance.

Sometimes I wonder about my quilts...I make them for my own joyful satisfaction but a part of me hopes that a few family members love them after I have gone to the sewing room in the sky and they become a part of family lore...remember that ancestor who had a whole room just for quilting?!
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