hello. here i am, finally at the tail end of my epic cold. it’s been a doozy, but i’ve been lucky to have no fever or flu, just a persistent cough that moved into my chest. thankfully it’s nearly run its course. other than that i’ve no real news. No Real News. NRN.
our lovely wintery weather persists.
cold days for us angelenos with highs in the 50’s. foggy mornings. drizzly nights.
i’ve loved every wet day we’ve had. who wouldn’t? our gardens are lush and fertile with the steady supply of rainwater.
perfect walking weather. the photos above are from a recent romp near the lower arroyo, and the ones below are shots from my garden.
a few mornings ago on my way to school i paused while backing out of the lane. my neighbor’s house and garden were a dreamscape.
and i have THIS:
a tiny succulent bouquet. fairy-sized.
below, my own front yard trees glowing in the misty morn. how i love the large trees that surround moss cottage. i would be lost and forlorn without the company of so many trees.
which reminds me of this book i haven’t read, but very much want to!
the trees communicate to me in all sorts of ways. and i am listening!
we don’t have 4 distinct seasons here in los angeles, but the plants don’t know that. they are shapeshifting right along with the weather.
and i’m just here recording it all through the lense of my iphone.
little dispatches from my world, where in february it never even reached 70 degrees. not once.
hope you’re better than well. hope you’re outta sight! drinking steaming mugs of english tea, planning your spring voyages to distant ports, baking bread, making pots of soup, taking treks through the forest. enjoying these last days of winter.