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A Tiny Adventure

 Some vacations are about adventure. Some vacations are about experiencing new things. This vacation has an entirely different agenda. It is about the familiar-- in both senses of the word. We are hanging out with family and revisiting things we have done during other trips to Santa Barbara.



The other day we went on the walk that began on the suburban street where we are staying and then takes a right turn down a steep hill. 



We walked past the side yards and driveways of a couple of houses until we were









someplace quite wonderful. 

















On one side of us there were meadows and on the other a hillside and views of the mountains. 





































Horses! 









The landscape was so picturesque that it looked almost fake.


We walked back up the hill to suburbia. 

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  1. AnonymousFebruary 13, 2023 at 3:21ā€ÆPM

    What beautiful vistas. Do you have any idea what the name of the weird palm is? I would love to get one for my yard in SC.
    Sheila in SC

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  2. Sarah JacobsFebruary 13, 2023 at 3:31ā€ÆPM

    I think that the weird plant in is some sort of a succulent. It seems that every yard has at least one by the side of the street the way that New England gardners plant tiger lilies at the side of the road.. I will take a photo of the less flashy part of the plant and post it. Maybe that will help with identification.

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    1. Sarah JacobsFebruary 23, 2023 at 12:56ā€ÆPM

      Dear Sheila,


      The plant is Swan's Neck agave. It seems to bloom only once a decade or once in the lifetime of the plant depending o the variety. Thanks for sending me down a rabbit hole.

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