I have been dreaming of summer. A real summer. Not the version San Francisco has been insisting on giving me. Hot, lazy days spent outside in the sunshine, sandy afternoons at the beach and balmy nights dining outside. Without a sweater. Or a scarf.
My hometown of Santa Barbara has answered my wishes this week, bestowing some glorious (and much missed) sunshine down upon us. The week has been spent catching up with old friends, shopping at the farmer’s market, and cooking as much as possible – that is when I’m not sneaking back outside to luxuriate in the garden.
I’m soaking it up while I can, and hoping some rays will stow away in my suitcase and brighten things up back home!