Morning walks with Seiko

  We headed farther up Rose Creek today - where the name changes from Creek to Canyon. I'm wearing my Seiko Diver, white dial, and non-Seiko but genuine Tropic strap. I've repossessed it from my wife at least 3 times.  There's still water in the bottom, but the canyon is mostly filled with scrub brush, old trees, train tracks, a new trolley line and cyclists.  Looking to my left I think:  What? Who left these wires in such a jumble! It doesn't look very professional, does it? I hope they are not running the trolley yet. Immediately to my right and down it's an entirely different scene. The creek descends from a culvert at this point. Yesterday when I mentional the coastal live oak, and the Torrey pinea, I forgot to mention the Sycamore trees which fill our canyon bottoms. They're beautiful, especially when lit like this. We ran into a barbed wire obstacle and turned inland a few yards, around a threatening sign, and past the fence, to cross the creek on a conven...

  We had another destination in mind today, but on our way we saw the Native Plant Reserve and decided to stop.  We didn't know it's become part of the River Park, and we hadn't been there for a very long time. It's 18 minutes before 7 on the morning after Thanksgiving. I'm sure the malls are full (social distancing full) but we are walking with my Seiko Honda F1 1/100th Second Chronograph. This garden was started 40 years ago but had really been cleaned up in the last 10 years. We came here about 20 years ago to select plants for our own yard.  We hired the native plant gardener to come along with us. He provided useful commentary such as "That one starts as a gallon-size plant, and before you know it, it's larger than a VW bus."  The ground was dry. But we were amused that all the benches with scenic views seemed to be already occupied -- by the dew.  There is a great disparity in the plant life around here. It ranges from soft and fluffy, to dangero...