it's a funky neighborhood. When Alyssia first moved here from Chico, to be closer (to the Hill) (to me), i asked her what it was like and her answer was...there's a lot of foot traffic. i thought, me, from Polvadera, NM, i thought...how nice...people Out, walking....but then learned that a lot of foot traffic means people on foot because they don't own vehicles. People on foot, moving almost incessantly to get needs met, most often meaning drugs. O. ok, well.... When i used to think about California i thought in terms of maybe LA. or maybe San Diego, where she used to live, where Julian was born when she was still in the Navy. This is an old neighborhood of wooden houses, almost all in some state of disrepair, but...FULL. Multiple families. it is a common neighborhood for Oroville and nicer than quite a few. There are also BeautyFull old neighborhoods, and just Beautiful neighborhoods. Everything. The common equation is that everywhere there is any tiny space at all is FULL of Things Growing. Trees, bushes, vines, grasses, plant people of all imaginable kinds. It blooms. Flowers are everywhere. Year round. Things GROW with Wild Abandon.
out back, a modest sized Oak, but the biggest acorns i've ever seen. These are the size the First People would have gathered, ground into flour for the Rain Months.
