The skies over Los Angeles remain a snowy grey. It won't snow here of course, but I like seeing it frosting the wall of mountains to my north. It's good to know that if I chose, I could drive for an hour and hole up in a snowy cabin. The fact that I've never done it is irrelevant. My intersection between reality and dream life can be as wide as I want it to be.
While I ponder the logistics of landing the sleigh and reindeer in a snowy clearing next to my Currier & Ives cabin I may as well cook something.
How's about some roasted fennel? (insert collective cat posse eye roll)
A drizzle of olive oil and a dash of balsamic vinegar, salt&pepper then into the oven for an hour or so. There's a recipe HERE
A lemon begonia sits on the kitchen ledge to remind me that the sun could return at any moment to interrupt my cool domestic bliss. It's the only yellow I want to see for the rest of winter. Sun be damned! Rain, rain, and rain some more!
More visual journal pages. My assorted bird specimens continue to get a workout.