Heaven Scent

I love the smell of orange blossoms?  Don’t you?  And orange blossom honey may seem prosaic, but it will always be a fave. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz © Advertisements

On the Tracks

© Letting our eyes lead us to breakfast, Motocrash and I ended up at the Ramos House Café in San Juan Capistrano. A quaint little place right by the train tracks. I say… Continue reading

Friendly Fire

© So grateful that my friend survived a 90mph crash from his moto on the 5!  Here is to life, and living, and to many more toasts with Champagne!  I love you!

Memorialis

Bees on the brain as I enjoy my new morning staple: Naterra Avocado Blossom Honey, Dagoba 100% Unsweetened Organic Chocolate, and a sprinkle of sea salt.

Bystander

©Foregoing sleep and breakfast to tear into the patio in my red silk lingerie, I am gently surprised when I look up to find myself being watched by two beads for eyes.   Ah, to sit serenely surrounded… Continue reading

Sweet Monochrome

©When I had this Ibérico cheese and Honey Pacifica sage honey for breakfast yesterday, it was much too messy (and therefore, too good) to put down to take a photo.  This is a redux,… Continue reading

Solitary Confinement

Solitary Confinement

As I procrastinate breakfast, I dust cobwebs off computer files.
So many hours of typing.
So many trailheads to dreams.
How much of it was important?
Why do I linger at the mouths of paths?
I need to brush the spider’s silk from my wrists
And start dancing on it instead.

Apathy

© My fingers are permanently cracked and stained from wine, gardening, art, and hard work. I don’t care. Look at the microcosm of glitter I hold.

Circulation

The brain of a white peach ©