by Think In The Morning | Feb 10, 2026 | Words |
All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds. Richard Brautigan I remember when I first learned about clouds in grade school. We drew pictures of feathery clouds, flat and gloomy clouds, fat Confucius clouds, and giant, dark, menacing genies ready to pounce....
by Think In The Morning | Feb 3, 2026 | Words |
They come every spring, my osprey family. From Central America, Mexico, Baja California, along the Southern California coast back up the Pacific Flyway, to the rivers and estuaries of the Mendocino coast. To this place. To my place. There is an instinct of staying...
by Think In The Morning | Jan 25, 2026 | Sea Gull, Words |
The tasty apples that gave rise to the phrase “as American as apple pie” aren’t native to North America. The seeds journeyed over from Europe like illegal aliens. The spices, cinnamon, nutmeg and clove, sneaked in from Asia via the European spice trade. After years...
by Think In The Morning | Jan 15, 2026 | Sea Gull, Words |
Sea Gull Restaurant Stories© 2026 David Herstle Jones The Sea Gull Restaurant was a popular hangout in Mendocino during the 1970s and 80s. Lots of things happened there, good and bad. Think in the Morning has posted memories of several of these happenings in our...
by Think In The Morning | Jan 14, 2026 | Words |
“Every man looks at his wood-pile with a kind of affection. I love to have mine before my window, and the more chips the better to remind me of my pleasing work. I had an old axe which nobody claimed, with which by spells in winter days, on the sunny side of the...
by Think In The Morning | Jan 8, 2026 | Words |
At three o’clock in the morning a great horned owl hooted outside my bedroom window. Moonlight laughed in the forest. The rain had stopped and the weather had cleared up and I had to get up to pee but I didn’t want to leave my warm bed. I felt like that owl who had...
