So what has happened to the road sign pole at the end of our road? When we turned up on Tuesday, I'd taken this as yet another signal of the recession: someone had stolen it, I figured, as a support for a garden fence, or to tether one end of a washing line to, or as part of a trellis system. But no, in fact, the pole, dented badly, is lying in the ditch a little further up the road, and I can only imagine that some vehicle must have slammed into it at speed. It would be good if the Eldorado Community Association manages to give the Cuesta/Monte Alto junction back its identity (for direction is an uncertain business around here - Mapquest puts our house in the wrong place).
But waiting for this to happen will turn into one of the pleasures of the evening walk - together with seeing what's new on the Monte Alto house with the huge metal buffalo outside - and, I was going to write, the wagon - but is the wagon still there? I think it may be missing. It's dark, and I can't check. But they have a wonderful new bit of western kitsch - a rocking chair made entirely, so far as I can see, of horseshoes. In case anyone is wondering, the pink flamingoes just up the road are looking a little dessicated and pallid. A little further, what had looked a couple of months back as though it was going to be a Victory Garden seems just to be sprouting a few potatoes.