Birdwatching
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...

Say what you want, California regularly has the most beautiful sunsets in the lower 48. I think it's the marine layer that comes and goes as the heat rises and falls. Nothing like an August sunset when the air is just humid enough to blow some clouds in to drape the sun with.
This is the view over the fence of our house, the sound of children playing as the day winds down.
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...
Who doesn’t remember the first time your kite takes to the sky, higher and higher into an infi...
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...
This freshly trimmed palm growing just over our fence greets me every morning, I thought I’d r...