hello & howdy friends!
i arrived yesterday to my montecito cottage retreat. i’ll be hanging my hat here in a woodland paradise for the next week.
the little cottage i’m at is on a quaint little lane in the upper village of montecito, the whole of which is nestled into a divine oak woodland between santa barbara and summerland.
you might enjoy reading a bit about montecito history and architecture. if so go HERE.
it’s a bit foggy and cool. by that i mean it’s 60 degrees and the air is damp with a marine layer blowing in from the pacific. don a sweatshirt, cotton scarf, and hat and you’ll be ready for a beach walk.
i’m planning on getting lots and lots of steps this week. i woke up this morning before dawn and headed to the beach for a sunrise walk. the tide was too high so i walked all along the seawall at butterfly beach. the sun didn’t make an appearance. instead i drank in the shimmer of grey water and mist while meandering by the water and taking side streets deeper into the neighborhood.
this woodsy area is full of cottages, gardens, spanish stuccos, enormous hibiscus blooms, and all manner of scented blooming tree & shrub.
montecito has victorian box trees everywhere and the scent is intoxicating this time of year. victorian box is also known as sweet pittosporum or pittosporum undulatum.
last night i walked into the velvety darkness, down the lane, and collected a fragrant little bouquet. i could hear animals through the trees – maybe deer. or werewolves.
the moon glowed through the fog and it was dark. delicious. fairytale-esque. my imagination on high alert.
in the light of day the magic had dimmed, but oh..oh..oh..it is still present. i can feel it!
my feet love walking down new paths. after my morning ramble i am settling in for an afternoon of drawing & painting. maybe a nap. maybe a read. another beach walk when the tide is low. that sort of thing.
i think you might enjoy susannah’s post about blogging. i did. very very much! and the comments are just as good as the post. i love what one person wrote about how her bloglovin’ feed is like a stack of letters waiting to be read.