Showing posts with label Pot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pot. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Peg House



The Peg House is not far north of Leggett on Highway 101. Along with Homemade Cookies they offer seeds to grow your own pot, ashtrays to douse your flame, and necklaces to show off your use. A woman behind the counter moved slow and dreamily. It took her two minutes to ring up a $1.59 purchase and two more to change a $5 bill. Finally, her partner behind the counter asked if she wanted her to take over. Offer accepted. Outside was an out-of-service police car, more or less permanently parked. Inside was the male cousin of the cafe clerk.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Pot Garden



The Pot Garden in Mendocino is a garden of some potted and some not potted plants. The Garden is self-perpetuating, like the Eternal Tree House further up the road in redwood country. Hands come out of the pots, legs stick out of the ground upside down, and an alien stares out of a nearby window. The Pot Garden is like the Garden of Eden in one respect. Normal humans can't get into it, at least not without special permission from Alan the owner.