I love this time of year! I took a walk in San Anselmo and a bit of Ross on Saturday, and it was so beautiful. This is on Crescent Road looking towards Mt. Tamalpais.
At the corner of Sunnyside and Austin Avenues – tiny white flowers on a huge green hedge. It made me think of a friend who lived there.
From Glenwood looking toward Mt. Baldy.
I turned on Fernwood and walked past Branson School, than passed St. Anselm Church on Shady Lane.
Susan’s Store Room on San Anselmo Avenue is ready for Thanksgiving. This little window display includes pilgrim candles just like the one’s on our Thanksgiving Table when we were growing up (and mom still has them).
An old eagle icon high on the wall outside Comforts Cafe, the former site of the post office.
There are several signs downtown that show the high water line from flooding. They are situated so you can see the same buildings shown on the sign. this one is just before Pine Street, across from the Wells Fargo Bank.
Sugarfoot, the cast iron deer on the lawn by the City Hall/Police Department and the Library buildings.
Another flood sign near City Hall.
Barton’s Bagels – although these looked delicious, I picked up Asiago bagels for the egg-bagels sandwiches my mom and I enjoyed for breakfast.
The elegant Siren Salon was once the home of Toy Circus, THE place for birthday gift shopping. You knew if one of the packages had been wrapped in the store because they had their one big roll of wrapping paper.
I saw another flood sign by the fire station. Molly waits patiently when I drop her leash to take photos. The beautiful mosaic obelisk in the background shows scenes from the history of the community.
Beautiful walkway of yellow leaves on San Rafael Avenue.
Cutting through Robson-Harrington Park I noticed this decorative plaque on a wall. Maybe it was a fountain years ago.
I’m getting close to the end of the walk – more beautiful foliage on Crescent Road.
You can just make out part of the San Francisco Theological Seminary (SFTS) through the leaves.
I let Molly off the leash at the bottom of the driveway to my mom’s house. She trots right up and I trudge behind her. She’s waiting on the front porch when I make it up the hill.
Even though I veered off her familiar route, she was happy to come along (or to let me join her).
“Thanks for the walk, now let’s have breakfast!” (I imagine she might be saying)
Thanks for the visit!
After breakfast, a final picture from the front yard: the seminary and Mt. Tam.