Back in town, I noticed that Wellington's fruits are positively POPPING.
This is our very first apricot! This poor little tree was a hand-me-down that was planted as we were making the Arbor Walk. He arrived all wind-blown from his trip 35 miles in a truck. His trunk is scarred. It took him two and a half years to pop out a piece of fruit. And frankly I don't remember seeing a blossom on this tree. But there's the apricot! Proof of fertility if I ever saw it.
Speaking of apricots, here is one of Sybil's plums. She has quite a few. But her apricot stick remains fruitless. She has a couple of peaches, but I think they're duds.
The red apple tree has zero apples. The green apple tree has two apples, a green one and this reddish one. I'm not complaining. I'll take what I get.
The problem with living at Wellington is that he is so beautifully located that it's hard to think of somewhere ELSE to go when someone has a birthday or other special occasion to celebrate. The Dot had her 25th birthday this weekend and decided that she would like to take a family drive to Carmel. Carmel is a beautiful town only two hours from Wellington. It was very hot at Wellington, so Carmel seemed like a perfect solution. 72 degrees and sunny. My favorite.
A saw this cute little house and snapped this cute little pic. There were a couple of houses for sale along this street, called Ocean Boulevard on account of the fact that it leads to the ocean. One house was a cute little brick four bedroom with a guest house. It is a mere $5,500,000. Another house right at the beach is just over $8,000,000. Luckily we're happy at Wellington.
But Carmel is beautiful.
We finished up with a glass of wine at The Lodge. Some people were playing a round of golf or so. It was a gorgeous day.
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