J and I took a lovely walk up the little canyon behind my house, up on the Berkeley hills. You drive five minutes to be in a forest,with a brook running through,various odoriferous trees, like bay and manzanitas.Now in winter, the colors are sometimes deeper, sometimes softer. J loves to gather a tabletop of natural wonders, so we stop and exclaim at the beauty of a crooked branch covered in almond green moss, or wet leaves in a ditch, marroon and silver under the sunlight. At the top of the hill, there is a view of berkeley below, under a gauzy haze,with the sun sparkling above.
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