Santa Barbara garden via Airbnb: part 2

Santa Barbara garden via Airbnb: part 2

Sometimes I marvel when I look back at all the photos. I also worry a little that I missed a lot by constantly taking pictures instead of just using my eyeballs. But that’s not right, because I wouldn’t remember if I hadn’t taken the snap. I dunno. There must be a good balance in there somewhere. What say ye?

The first couple days, I didn’t realize that was the ocean out yonder. There was so much to see close up. That’s the Airbnb guest house in the foreground.

Agaves to see close up.

Look at those cute Aloes tucked up close. I’ve sorta given up on pokey plants–growing problems in PDX aside–but this does look fabulous.

Looks cool, no? Of course, the climate is right for these in Santa Barbara.

Every which way you looked, another terrific vantage.

Plant grooviness.

And little critters scampering around.

Look at that little lizard. Cute, no?

Back inside the house, the artwork was just as eye catching as the plants.

Lounging in the art-filled living room our first evening there.

Megan is looking out the patio door. I didn’t want you to think we were watching TV. We were not–and it was behind a tapestry. We didn’t even realize it was there until a couple days in. No TV on this trip.

Patio door to the pool deck.

It was fun to stroll around and try to take it all in our first evening there. Alas, we did not find time to uncover the pool and swim. Vacations are never long enough.

Our walk about the first evening. This wasn’t no Portland, OR. (There’s that patio door.)

Of course, citrus trees. That’d be handy. We picked a lemon and brought it inside. It perfumed the whole kitchen.

Looks like this one might be an orange. But you get the idea.

The lemons I get at the grocery store here don’t perfume a dang thing.

Patio art.

 

Back inside, lots of gathering spots–especially good for geeking.

Ladies and Gentlemen, start your computers.

Inside the cupboard.

Pretty vintage dishes.

That’s one end of the kitchen. I showed you shots of this other end last time, but here are a few more.

The cooking end of the kitchen.

I love this fridge so much. Would love to see it operational again. (Like I’ve got a stake. Oh Patricia!)

The fab wall fridge.

Oh sure, art built right in.

From the kitchen looking through the entrance hall and into the living room.

Peek into the living room.

Art galore.

Makes me want to have my portrait done.

Look.

This guy.

To the left of the portrait, more art.

Art to the left of me. Carved dudes.

Baskets atop the bookcase.

Books, baskets, and more.

Uh oh, someone is in trouble.

The Twilight Zone?

There were all these great surprises, like Chad. Feel free to write your own story about Chad.

Mother Mary comes to me…

Some free association here. I hope you’ll forgive me.

We did finally make it down to that ocean. Bill discovered it was colder than expected. Guess it’s the same Pacific Ocean we have up here in Oregon.

Bill doing a quickstep out of the Pacific Ocean.

Then we saw whales out there. This became the impetus for our next adventure–a trip in the ocean via a 40′ Catamaran.

We finally made it down to beach.

Sadly, we did not see whales when we out to sea. But we met nice people–a family from Lithuania and a couple originally from South Africa. And we had a blast. Except for Bill, whose stomach did not appreciate the ride.

I didn’t know that Santa Barbara’s coastline makes it ideal for whale watching. It allows the moms to usher their calves closer to shore. We saw several from the beach, include one popping its head way up out of the water. I’ve since learned this is call “spyhopping.” How about that? It’s having a wee lookabout.

And then on the way back to the mission house, so many terrific plants.

Echium candicans along the roadside — no big deal. I wish!

Your basic neighborhood yard.

Fat round pads on this Opuntia.

Can anyone identify?

Opuntia & Agave getting along just fine.

 

In conclusion: go to Santa Barbara if you get the chance. There are so many great things to see, and the weather ain’t bad either.

Cheers

  • Alyson CooperWilliams

    Where abouts in SB did you stay? I grew up there in the 1960s, first near the Mission then up in the hills. It was rural and very inexpensive back then. Love the Spanish style of the homes.

    • Patricia L Cunningham

      It was atop a winding road–the last house. I didn’t drive, so didn’t ever know exactly where we were. Close to the botanical garden–if that helps. And I linked to the house on Airbnb. It would be a fantastic place to live–when it was inexpensive. Must have been a fun place to grow up. Cheers

  • Tim Vojt

    That is absolutely fantastic, in every way. The plants, the casa, the ocean. Looks like you guys had a great time.

    • Patricia L Cunningham

      We did. The only problem–it was too short.