Harvestchini

The blog is back! Sequoia and Sparrow have moved into their new home and the brand spankin' new internet service is up and running. Today's entry surveys the Sanchini adventure into the Tolay Fall Festival.


Behold Sequoia, queen of the hay stacks, and beware.


Baa, Neigh, Moo, and Yawn.


Sparrow comforts her father as he hides out in a handy redwood teepee, "Don't worry Dada. Not everyone is naturally photogenic in a cut out cow face."


Queen Sequoia begins amassing her fall militia, should anyone question her hay stack throne.


Sequoia manages the daily operations of royalty by dictating to her Court Jester/Veggie Scribe who records her wisdom in tuber stamp code, the native language of Haystackistan.

Sequoiaquoia

Semi-daunted by her elevated monicker Sequoia decides to meet a few of her coniferous counterparts.


Sequoia camouflages seamlessly with her arborial counterparts


Sequoia used to think her father was a pretty big fella.


Any one who wants to mess with the colonel will have to combat this "pair o' guns" first.

Sequoia 1month 3days, Armstrong Redwoods

Dim light, slightly blurry photos
With Stephanie, Dan and Janelle