In Search of Treasure

I went to visit my folks last weekend, in Pine Grove and we spent Saturday in search of treasure – in other words, looking for garage sales, church bazaars and anything else that might hold unsuspected riches.

So, we hit a “barn sale”, which was really in a former workshop for making headstones, barely held together with weathered old boards, and festooned with rusty chains and pulleys. It was quite a place to look for buried treasure – pun intended.

We took away a couple of items – my cherished piece was a 1980’s embroidered jacket that will become a pillow.

Driving around the hill country, we hit a church bazaar where my Pop picked up a gingerbread cake and I found a bag of ceramic tiles for a mosaic project I’ve wanted to do.

Mom and I both went a bit nuts when her diligence in digging through the PennySaver and figuring out how to get through netted us the “Treasure Trove.” This was technically a garage sale, but really much more the ladies who put together the event, had created little vignettes and packaged recycled items into gift packages that were different and very reasonably priced.

I found several items, including a piece of folk art that now hangs on my RV’s bedroom wall. (You realize the word bedroom is stretching it a bit?)

MY FOLK ART FIND
We spent about four hours traversing the great Gold Country in search of our brand of bullion. I highly recommend this type of activity for relaxation, and even financial reward. You never know when you might stumble about the next great find, that’s been buried beneath the accumulations of others for years. The real fun is in the search anyway!

A Trip Back in Time - Midway Antique Mall

Last weekend, I visited the Midway Antique Mall at 5130 Madison Avenue for the fourth time. My folks have a booth and a couple of glass cases at this truly fabulous establishment.



MY DAD CHECKING OUT MY MOTHER'S BOOTH

Over the years, I have been inside plenty of these antique super stores, where dealers take small spaces and fill them with every kind of oldie-but-goodie imaginable. Normally, this means wandering through cramped quarters, and being somewhat overwhelmed by the clutter. Where Midway takes a step away from the others I've been to, is the way the owners have managed to lay out the place, giving it a spacious feel.

The location is an old Ethan Allen store, so it automatically has a retail feel, rather than the usual barn-like quality, and several areas for small vignettes. Additionally, it's got a terrific entry area and red-vested attendants throughout the store. The Red Vests are dealers in the shop, who take turns manning the place, so there are always experts on hand and plenty of assistance getting into the various cases to oogle the goods.


WELCOME TO MIDWAY




My favorite thing about this stroll back in time is the "Fabulous 50's" area. There you will find rooms fully decorated to reflect this glitzy era. When I was there last, there was THE most amazing Parisian orange and yellow dining set, in incredible condition. If only I had a place to put it!

WIDE VARIETY OF THINGS EVERYWHERE YOU TURN

The 50'S area is in the very back, a more open air area, so be sure to head all the way the rear of the store before you go.

Their website www.midwayantiguemall.net says they are open everyday from 10 a.m to 6 p.m. and lists their phone number - (916) 779-6252. But if you're looking to see what all they have, hop in your car and head towards the 80 and Madison exit - you won't regret the drive.

Davis Daytrip

Last weekend, I ventured to Davis, something I'd been planning to do for several weeks. I finally made it and I was thrilled with the result. Davis has lots to offer and I plan on going back soon.

I started at the Farmer's Market, which is really much more than a market for farmers. It's more of a bazaar, with offerings from exquisite pastries to handmade products of all kinds - clothing, jewelry, handbags, soaps and more. Under the permanent canopy, is mostly the farm products, with a few stalls to stave off urgent hunger pains, which I suffered until I gave into a magnificent cinnamon crisp and a perfect cup of coffee. The booth, which I neglected to record the name of, cannot be missed - it's large and the smells wafting your way will give it away. And if you have any question as to whether you're at the correct booth, the spinach and feta scones will reassure you. I plan on trying one of those next time.



A YOUNG CUSTOMER AT SALLY'S BOOTH

As I wandered down the promenade in the center, eventually it gave way to uncovered booths, where most of the handmade products were being offered as well as causes. I'm always thrilled to happen upon artists' goods and that's what I found at Sally Parker's booth in her "Tiny Worlds Jewelry." It was fanciful and I delighted in her pieces, where the fact that she's also a storyteller was evident. I could not resist a charm that reminded me of a character I'm currently writing about and a pair of fun earrings.

Further down, I happened upon a gentleman named Tom, manning a custom t-shirt booth, with sayings I loved, being a grandmother now. My favorite "I eat my vegetables" will be a Christmas present for my grandson, when I venture back to Davis again. To view their "green" products, visit their website at ninaandtom.com.



TOM OF THE TSHIRTS


If you have little ones, allot some time for the old-fashioned merry-go-round and two playgrounds nearby.


After the Farmer's Market, I headed to the U.C. Davis Arboretum, which you'll find if you take the U.C. Davis loop. On weekends parking is free, and it's open 24 hours a day. I was genuinely thrilled to find the Redwood Grove, as I absolutely love the smell and feeling of shelter in a forest. Next time to Davis, I will pack a picnic lunch and spend a few hours pondering - one of my favorite activities.




There much more in Davis to keep you occupied for the day. Walking around the downtown area nets you quirky shops, a red double-decker bus and fabulous dining choices. The day I was there was also filled with music and gatherings at the fraternity and sorority houses and a couple of cause-driven happenings.

Happily, my drive to Davis took less time that my daily commute home. Visit Davis on a day when you think you've played out the Sacramento area for things to do. You'll take home memories and the desire to drive the 30 odd miles again - soon.

A Little Chalk, A Lot of Fun

Last Saturday, I was killing some time in midtown Sacramento, waiting for a lunch appointment with my family members. So, I drove around a bit and happened upon Fremont Park, in the midst of a "Chalk It Up" event. The block-sized park, with trees hanging over the sidewalks that surround its edges and cuts through its center, was beginning to fill with kids and adults trying their hands at art on the pavement.

Those that weren't actively expressing themselves with chalk were walking around inspecting the progress of the others and enjoying the free music, vendors and beautiful weather. I didn't stay long, but I did buy a couple of things and take a few pictures.

I also talked to some of those drawing everything from dragons to a reproduction of Van Gogh's "Starry Starry Night." They were all very into what they were doing, concentrating heavily, even the kids, but having a wonderful time.

I think I might try it myself next year. What a great way to spend a day!

Comedy On A Budget

I love comedy clubs. Nothing makes me happier than an hour or two of belly laughs. That’s why I was thrilled to find a comedy spot – literally – that I could easily afford at eight dollars for admission.

Last Friday night, I ventured down to 17th and Broadway to find a little place called Sacramento Comedy Spot. I’m easily confused when I don’t know an area, so it took the help of a kind man and his Blackberry, because I forgot to bring the actual address me. It’s 1716 Broadway, by the way.

I got there at about 10:15 p.m. The show, called Comedy on a Couch, was due to start in fifteen minutes. I settled in and watched the crowd develop, mostly thirty-somethings.

Once inside, I was amazed at how much the producers had managed to cram into a tiny space. The stage was professionally done and there was seating for about 50. Two strategically-placed televisions were loaded and ready for what later turned out to be visual gags. In the back was a tiny snack bar with a friendly guy attending it. I grabbed a Diet Coke, a small tub of popcorn and a seat up front.

It turned out the seat was an unfortunate choice, for the club, not me. A video cam was rolling right behind my head and I’ve discovered since viewing the videos online that my head and clapping hands are woven throughout their onsite production. Sorry, guys! I had no idea.

Anyway, the show lasted an hour and a half and featured three young male comics, sitting together on a couch, hence the name, and alternating sets at the mike. If any of three were over thirty I would be surprised. They were young, very eclectic and often hilarious. They were also very obviously trying out their material on this audience, so their delivery was sometimes hesitant and searching. But that was actually part of the fun of the experience. I felt like I was in the role of encouraging a tentative talent.

Tall and thin with wild black hair, Brenden Lynch, was given to wry smiles and sudden punch lines that bowled you over. I have no idea whether Kellen Erskine was even married, but he had the look of a perplexed dad and gave up jokes as if he had to – just had to. The local comic, Ray Molino, with his taxi-cab cap and slow dry wit, literally twinkled when he pulled one over on the crowd. These three have a lot of talent and I would be looking forward to seeing them on late night someday, if only I owned a TV.

The master of ceremonies for the evening, John Ross, was no slouch himself. He moved easily from his own jokes to introducing each performer and gave cohesiveness to the whole show. Well done.

All in all, I couldn’t have spent a measly eight bucks in any better way. I’ll be back for the Improv Show one weekend in the future. I urge you to get out a support our local comedians.

For more information, log on to their website -

Farmer’s Market at Sunrise Mall – Who Knew?

Well, apparently a lot of people. Last Saturday was the second one in two weeks that I visited the surprisingly robust Farmer’s Market at Sunrise Mall, along with several hundred other people – just in the time frame I was there, about 20 minutes.

Both times, I treated myself to some garlic and cheese bread sticks from the Sacramento Baking Company, but last Saturday I added a loaf of the garlic-cheese bread so I’d have some throughout the week; really good stuff and at $3.75 for a very fresh loaf, a bargain and half.

Toss in a half dozen tomatoes, six or seven beautiful mottled plums I didn’t catch the name of, three white peaches, cucumbers (three for a dollar), red onions, yellow squash and red potatoes and I walked away with two paper bags of fresh groceries for under $20 and a great feeling about the area in which I live.

I haven’t incorporated this much wholesome food into my diet since I had a garden years ago.

The market is much more than fruits and vegetables though, with offerings from olive oils to entertainment to cheeses. Both weeks there were musicians playing, and this time I especially enjoyed a wonderful rendition of the Peter, Paul and Mary song “Where Have All The Flowers Gone?” You can stop and smell the roses – or should I say the flowers? There are a couple of vendors with a wide array of blossoms. Peruse the petals with a cup of java in one hand, if you want, because the coffee lady at one end offers Americano to lattes.

You can’t miss the marketplace. It’s located on the southeast side of the mall and from 8 a.m. to noon is intensely populated with white tent tops. There’s plenty of parking nearby, but it’s busy with children running around, so drive slowly and carefully. Be sure to bring your own bags to carry all your goodies.

See you Saturday!

The Valley of Awe – Yosemite

YOSEMITE FALLS



SAM AND TOM AT GLACIER POINT

Until last weekend, I hadn’t been to Yosemite since I was about 12, even though I’m a native Californian. At twelve, it’s all very pretty and grand, but - come on - at that age there was much more on my mind, like a cute redheaded boy.

This time I found myself in complete awe, turning around at every curve in the roads that wind through this magnificent park and emitting noises of joy or being stunned into silence. I took my two nephews, Tom and Samuel, with me and they seemed to appreciate their surroundings almost as much as I did. Perhaps they're more mature than I was at their age.



Yosemite National Park doesn’t require a lot of selling. Most people know it is a wondrous place. But there are a few tips travelers might appreciate.

1. The admission fee of $20 per car is good for seven days. The park is far too vast to take in during the course of one day, so plan for at least two, three if you can spare the time. I went for one day and barely scratched the surface.

2. Get there early. We arrived at 8 a.m. and were only 4 cars back from the front of the line. By about 10 a.m. the park began to fill up and cars lined many of the roadways.

3. Take time to ride the shuttle bus in Yosemite Valley. It’s about 45 minutes to go round to all the stops, but you’ll get a sense of where everything is and can hop off at any stop. A new shuttle will show up in about ten minutes.

4. I know nothing about the Tuolumne Meadows area, because we didn’t make it that far, but I do know you must not miss Glacier Point. It’s a long drive to the top – 32 miles – but well worth it. All along the way there are viewpoints, each more more spectacular than the next. However, once you look out over the insanely beautiful, almost surreal grandeur of Yosemite Valley, across at Half Dome and beyond, you’ll think the other views that went before so much smaller in scale.

5. Bring lots of water. Drinks are expensive at the stores and you’ll find yourself gulping down bottles at an alarming rate, between the walking and summer heat.

Every thing else you need to know is available online at the park’s website: http://www.nps.gov/yose/

Go, enjoy, take pictures and remember.

Way, Way Beyond Sacramento – Prescott, AZ

I know this is really stretching it, but I couldn’t resist doing a piece on my vacation destination of Prescott, Arizona.

Over the week following Memorial Day, my daughter and I ventured north from Phoenix to one of my favorite little towns, Prescott, about an hour and a half from Phoenix, depending on what part of town you start from and how fast you drive!

You start up Interstate 17 towards Sedona and Flagstaff, then head west on Highway 69, winding around through thoroughly desert terrain, until suddenly you head out of Prescott Valley and begin to enter a more alpine area.

Prescott was the first capital of Arizona, so it is rich in history, but what I find most intriguing is it’s curious mixture of old and new, alpine and desert with a touch of “red rock” thrown in. Within a five-mile radius, you can travel to several small lakes, stroll along quaint old town streets, visit a handful of museums and go to the mall.

The Sharlot Hall Museum, named after and founded by the territory’s very influential woman, is a nice diversion, and explores the pioneer area of Arizona. There are other choices, such as the Smoki Museum, but we didn’t have time for all that was available.

Several of the town’s streets are tree-lined and hold little architectural treasures of their own, with both tiny and palatial homes that step right out of the past.

The downtown is built around a square, with the county courthouse at its center, a relic itself, and provides a wonderful variety of dining choices and enough shops to keep a shopaholic busy for most of the day.

My very favorite spot, which I will return to whenever I visit in the future, is Lake Watson, an idyllic laying down of water amongst gorgeous, awe-inspiring juts and valleys of red rock. Just sitting on a bench and staring at the lake brought my blood pressure down a few notches, I’m sure.

So, if you pass that way, take a trip to Prescott. You’ll find yourself slowing down and relaxing, in spite of yourself.

Ironstone Vineyard In Delightful Murphys

Looking for a place to simply wander with your thoughts? Well, you can’t go wrong by taking a side trip to the Ironstone Vineyards, just outside the main section of the charming little burg of Murphys.

Ironstone offers beautifully landscaped grounds, with walkways to wander with lots of places to sit and contemplate. There are ponds and picnic areas, gardens and of course, vines to look out on.

The amphitheatre area is a lush green and hosts many top-flight entertainment acts. This summer Michael McDonald and Boz Scaggs, the Moody Blues, Alan Jackson, Dianna Krall, Chris Issak and Brian Setzer, Lynyrd Skynyrd and Crosby, Still & Nash will all take the stage on various weekends.

There’s also a restaurant, the Pit, just inside the beautifully appointed tasting room, which offers special Thursday dinners. Additionally, there are many events throughout the year at the vineyards, from car shows to barbeques, which you can check out on their website at www.IronstoneVineyards.com.

If you travel to the vineyard, be sure to stop in at the Heritage Museum to view the gold rush era artifacts and a huge nugget about the size of a dining room chair back. It’s actually a “crystalline gold specimen” that weighs 44 pounds and is the largest of it’s kind in the world. It’s rightfully called “The Crown Jewel.”

Ironstone Vineyards is located at 1894 Six Mile Road, Murphys, CA. For more information, you can visit the website or cal 209-728-1251.

I'm Back!

There have been a couple of inquiries lately as to when I planned on getting back to my blogs. Well, today’s the day! Although, I won’t post this until Monday, I’m sitting in Wanda, my RV, enjoying an absolutely beautiful Sunday. It can’t be more than 85 degrees, if that, at least here under the trees.

Having returned from vacation in Arizona three weeks ago, I’ve really appreciated the climate here. It was already 105 degrees in Phoenix on Memorial Day, but my daughter, whom I was visiting, and I did get away to Prescott where the temperatures were 25 degrees cooler, day and night.

I think it was the temperature changes that brought on the Mother-of-All-Colds. Yow! I was really miserable for two weeks solid.

That, however, has no relationship to why I’ve been away and frankly, I’m not really sure what the whole story is, because I truly love writing my blogs. Two things coincided – I finished the novel I’d been working on for three years and I started therapy. Did my brain just decide I was finished on one hand and occupy itself with figuring out the complex workings the Kathy-being on the other? Don’t really know, but I do know just typing this is relieving a certain stress and giving back to me what it always does – a sense of expression.

So, now it’s onward, as they say! Glad to be back and don’t be too surprised if you see a lot more action on my two-blog sites. A good friend suggested I market them a little more and I plan to do just that. So, hang on for what I hope will be a wild and happy ride!

Thanks for hanging in there with me, all you faithful and regular readers, who number over one hundred by the way!

In These Recessionary Times

This past weekend I had planned to go to an event at the Folsom Library. A former correctional officer has written a book about Folsom Prison and was there to promote his book, joined by a Johnny Cash tribute artist. It sounded interesting and best of all it was free.

Unfortunately, a family situation arose and I couldn’t attend, however I realized that it’s a natural reaction when we are low on cash (I’m saving up for a long awaited vacation) to feel deprived because we can’t do what we normally would – like take in a movie or go out to dinner.

Along comes the Free Stuff Genie. Seriously though, if you are struggling because of a job loss or reduction of circumstances of any kind, it is time to look around a bit for all of the things that can be enjoyed with little or no cost. The alternative is to sit in your house and watch endless hours of television and ultimately end up depressed. Come on, get up and explore.

Here are a few ideas:

• Libraries – have lots of free activities, like lectures, slide shows, and travel presentations. Stop in a pick up one of the numerous fliers at almost any library. For the kids there are always the storytelling hours.
• The American and Sacramento Rivers are accessible and free to those who would enjoy wiling away a few hours watching kayakers paddle by or perhaps, doing some fishing.
• For the kids, most malls have a separate play area – unless going to the mall without purchasing anything makes you feel deprived, in which case you should avoid this suggestion at all costs.
• The parks in the Sacramento area are amazing. Got some stale bread? Why not feed the ducks at McKinley Park?
• The walking trails in the Folsom area are very beautiful and created for everyone to enjoy. Come, park your car and stroll among the trees.
• Have a picnic anywhere. You have to eat don’t you? Well, pack it up and visit Capitol Mall, any park, Old Town – wherever there’s a picnic table or a patch of picnic-friendly grass.

When in doubt, Google “Things to Do in Sacramento.” You’ll probably find a list of things you’ve never, ever done.

Remember, just because it’s free doesn’t mean it’s boring. It can be the best time you’ve had in years.

Broadway Adventures

When the sun peeked out on Saturday, I couldn’t resist. I abandoned my computer and headed out for a drive. I really had no agenda, but I will admit to having an idea swirling around in my brain.

I listen to National Public Radio and a few days before they had a feature piece on an Ethiopian restaurant on Broadway – Queen Sheba. I’ve always wanted to try Ethiopian fare, but never had the opportunity at the right time. So, I headed for Broadway and 16th Street, knowing the restaurant was nearby.

I found Queen Sheba, one block down, at 1704 Broadway, easily located from its brightly painted exterior. It looked welcoming. As I was turning around to head back I spotted another ornate exterior - R5 Records - right on the SE corner of 16th and Broadway. I quickly pulled into the parking lot and took this picture.


MURAL by Shaun Turner

The easily identifiable musical greats like Jimi Hendrix and Nina Simone were wonderful. Finding it on a driveby - incredible. The other side of the building features a portrait of Billie Holliday. Worth stopping to look at and while you're there, check out the store. R5 has a great selection. I found myself stuck in the Jazz section where I found John Coltrane and Thelonius Monk CDs for great prices.

After wandering the aisles for a few minutes I headed back out to the parking lot and realized that one of my favorite destinations, a bookstore, was just across the asphalt. I stepped into The Avid Reader and found it to be a quiet, roomy place, in spite of being a fraction of the size of a Barnes and Noble. There weren't any trendy types there at the time, including myself, and I found that relaxing. There was a good selection for the real estate they occupied and they were right on the money with a display for Black History Month. It covered an interesting number of angles.

Back to my dining experience though. I expected the food to be a bit more exotic, but it really wasn't that different from what I would fix myself - if I had the time and/or inclination. I ordered the Chicken Tibbs, which were cubes of chicken breast cooked with mushrooms, cauliflower, broccoli and bell peppers in wonderfully tasty spices, including turmeric, which gave it a lovely bright yellow color. Along with the dish, I ordered the Ethiopian hot spiced tea. I believe I enjoyed this as much or perhaps even more than the food. It was really fragrant and lovely.



SARA in Queen Sheba

I spoke a bit with Sara - pronounced SAR-uh - who was pleased at the recognition the restaurant had received from NPR. She and my server, a pleasant young man whose name I forgot to get (unusual for me), were both solicitous a pleased that I enjoyed myself.

For more information, visit the restaurant's website - www.queenshebas.com. I highly recommend the experience.

Remember an adventure is always just around the corner.

Looking for Adventure? Try a Windstorm in an RV

It’s 3:45 a.m. on Sunday morning and for several hours I’ve been trying to ignore and sleep through a windstorm in Wanda, my RV.

Each time the wind whips through there is massive shaking accompanied by the rattle and flapping of her awning. If a gust is strong enough, it swoops under the cab-over portion as well and tries to lift it off the chassis.

Yes, it’s noisy, but even more impressive is the sense of doom you must live through until you finally understand that the whole kit and caboodle isn’t going flip over with you inside. Because, believe me, it feels like it.

I slept through some minor windy nights when I first moved back to California and was camping at Folsom Lake. It was my first time and then too I felt as if we would simply fall over. But during those nights, it didn’t take long for the winds to die down. Tonight, this has been going on since about 10 p.m.

I don’t hear the neighbor’s awning flapping so loudly and have gotten up, in part, to spy on hers through my kitchen window and see if it’s also threatening to rise with the next blow.

Here comes another one. No - her patio cover is actually more stable, perhaps because hers has poles that are anchored to the ground. Mine hangs from the top with supporters that angle back to Wanda’s base. Oh, well, makes for more drama our way.

Now that I’ve recorded the windiest night in Wanda’s and my history, I may be able to drift off again.

Sweet dreams. May you survive this night and go on to other adventures. I suspect I’m making this blessing for myself and not those of you who will safely read this in the morning.

The Village of the Chickens

Little Fair Oaks Village may not have intended it to be so, but the roosters and their hens rule the roost in the quaint little community oddly just east of Sunrise Boulevard and south of Winding Way in the midst of Sacramento suburbia. The roosters crow and strut, making a pleasant background and creating the illusion of stepping into a time long gone.

Saturday morning found me exploring this dreamy little hamlet and happy as a middle-level adventurer could be. Middle-level you ask? Yes, I find myself truly enjoying discoveries rather than exertions. I doubt I’ll ever be found on a rock face climbing to its peaks, but I do find escapades into unfamiliar territories exciting.

So, on instructions from my sister, who lives in Fair Oaks but not in the village area, I wandered around until I happened on the two-block Main Street, which is actually Fair Oaks Blvd. On my way out, I found an easy route; take California Avenue off of Sunrise just south of Winding Way. Just up and down a tiny hill, and you’ll find yourself smack in the middle of old Fair Oaks.

There are several places to eat, but I chose the Fair Oaks Coffee House & Deli, pictured here, and had an inexpensive breakfast sandwich and small coffee. I soaked up the atmosphere while I sipped my coffee and noted that interior chotchkes add interest and color. The service was extremely friendly – Michelle Sanford, who was working the counter, shared lots of information with me - and I enjoyed watching the locals wander in for what was obviously their regular fare. It was a bit too chilly to enjoy a table outside, but they are umbrella-ed for when the weather is more cooperative.


I wandered the sidewalks peering into windows and admiring the charm, when I stumbled upon what can only be called an “accessory shop” – The HART Collection. Inside, I found Carla Martin, who runs the place with her family that produces about half the jewelry to be found inside – and that’s no small amount.

An entire wall is dedicated to their creations and other pieces, from earrings to necklaces and even hair ornaments. There is another section devoted to the ladies of the Red Hat Society, larger and more diverse than I’ve ever run into before.

This little shop is a treasure; reasonable prices, a glorious selection of items ranging from hats to party purses to any kind of fun jewelry you can imagine.

If you are an antique aficionado or perhaps enjoy artistic quilts, you’re also in luck in Fair Oaks. Additionally, when it warms up, you may want to experience one of the performances at the Veterans Memorial Amphitheater, home of the Fair Oaks Theater Festival.

Old Fair Oaks is a walk back in time, but unlike some of the little town in the Gold Country, this feels more like the 1940s or 50s. I highly recommend setting aside a couple of hours to explore this tiny burg. I’ll be returning myself, as soon as I can, to further uncover the riches I missed this weekend.

City of Trees

One of Sacramento’s nicknames is City of Trees. During the spring and summer there is an overwhelming profusion of greenery, especially in the form of leafy trees. There are also pines, palms, cedars and the like. If you have been starved for trees, as I had when I arrived in Sacramento, it is a welcome and lovely sight.

It is easy, however, to become so used to seeing multiple trees in every yard, stands of them in all the parks and their treasured presence at the Capitol, that as a Sacramento resident one forgets how special this attribute can be.

A trip to downtown Sacramento in springtime may renew appreciation. In the fall a trip to the outer limits of this Capitol city can inspire one by offering a view of the turning of the leaves. It’s a shorter season here in California than some other places, but none the less colorful.

In the dead of winter still, I was urged by my inner artist to capture the beauty of a lone oak tree in the midst of a walk in my local park, the tiny Edgar H. Ahren Park on Manzanita.

There, among the scampering youngsters and basketball players, yet off to one side, stood this marvelous, craggy old oak tree. The park planners had established a ring of sidewalk around the thing, as if to say, “Look what we preserved!” And a good job they did.

My favorite sound in the world is the sound of wind rustling the trees, all types from oaks to pines. In Sacramento, there are many places to enjoy that sound, and in the winter there are still treasures to be found, like this grand aged oak tree.

Sacramento’s Home-Grown Art Museum – The Crocker

The biggest bargain in Sacramento may be the free Sunday outings offered by The Crocker Art Museum, every Sunday from 10 a.m. to 1 p.m. The architecture is an amazing experience, both in and outside the Victorian Italianate gallery designed by Seth Babson and completed in 1872. This is only one of the many ornate and gracious staircases throughout the museum.


PORTRAIT OF MARY BLANCHE HUBBARD, 1889, BY MARY CURTIS RICHARDSON

From the luscious landscapes that fill the museum to the portraits, both old school and modern, there is much to look at in the Crocker. One of the best features, in my opinion, is the many varied types of seating available. I really like to simply sit and soak in the surroundings in an art museum.


PORTRAIT OF MY FATHER BY STEPHEN KALTENBACH

The permanent collection at the Crocker includes European, American and Asian art as well as California contemporary pieces. There is also a collection of Meissen porcelain.

Special exhibitions occur and change regularly. When I visited recently, “The Art of Warner Bros. Cartoons” was on display and a very popular exhibit.

If Sundays don’t work for you, there is a small admission price Monday-Saturday, of $6 for adults, $4 for seniors and $3 for students. The museum is located at Third and O Streets downtown. For more information, log on to www.crockerartmuseum.org.