i didn’t find out until monday that friday was an unassigned day throughout the district.
let me translate that for you: no school on friday.
i wasted no time in finding a last minute rental on my favorite part of the coast, a couple hours north of LA.
a ramshackle little carriage house tucked away behind tall hedges on a private lane in the mission canyon area of santa barbara.
i drove up right after school was out.
i took the old santa paula hwy and skirted by a tangle of LA rush hour traffic. made it here in record time!
the hills and fields that were drenched in rain all winter are now carpeted with flowers.
mustard, poppies, lupines, daisies, wild primrose. a crush of yellow purple blue lavender white blooms.
what’s more, the orange trees are covered in waxy white flowers and the air is heavy with perfume. i rode with the windows down so i could breathe in the orange blossom air. divine.
the lady who showed me around the property and gave me the key told me that these are old santa barbara style window knobs. you rotate them to open the windows, then twist the knob to keep the window locked in place. cool.
there’s an extra bed in the living room for naps or another guest.
i dropped off my bag then headed to the beach for a walk. there’s a strong wind blowing and the ocean was frothy and wild.
this is a little library down the lane from my place.
it is night now. i just went for a walk down the dark lane. my shoes crunching on the gravel. head back looking up through the nest of trees. starshine overhead in the velvety sky. the scent of wisteria and lavender in the air. white roses glowing in the dark. the quiet and the darkness. mmmmmm.
looking forward to my first sunrise on the beach in the morning. it’s been 4 months since i was here last. i’ve missed it.
hope you’re well. off on your own somewhere. enjoying some solitude or companionship. resting. reading. thinking.
speaking of solitude:
deeply fascinated by this: a story of a modern-day hermit.