Bed, Bath, and the Garden Beyond

I walked around the two block-long town of Point Reyes Station the other day on a quest for a refreshing beer, fancy-ish food, and a new coastal, laid-back town to fantasize about living in for the next few years while still dually enamored with and stuck in the San Franciscan urbanscape. All three expectations were successfully met — there’s nothing like a Belgian wit and fish tacos with Napa cabbage on a garden patio, really, and Point Reyes is pastoral and enables my potential domesti-out-of-the-City visions.

The Point Reyes Station Community Garden is tended along the center of the main street (which doubles as Highway 1). The small garden itself wasn’t incredibly impressive — some plots were relatively bare, some romantically overgrown, others just getting their start — but I was predictably charmed by the funky, creative reuse of various household staples. Such as, the bed frame-cum-trellis:

And the ever popular bathtub planter, this one with filled to the brim with succulents, colored glass, and an unidentified ribcage. Nothing I’d want to bathe with, but a whimsical addition to the garden:

And nearby on the street:

As of 1973, we got more than 15 minutes, but with 37 years of Roe vs. Wade behind us and constantly under threat, it was heartening to encounter another message up high (which upon initially glimpsing thought said “Shoppe,” I was happily wrong.):

Love them liberal villages…..