Dreamy eve’s turn light on the feet come morning… Still hanging loose and comfortable… like old friends with the days Reality. This little fog of perfection, a dazed but nowhere near confused state of mind. A place where warmth hits the skin all day long… where no breeze comes without thoughtful timing. Where lounging in sheer lace and bare silks are the only possibility. Gardening in itsy bitsy bras and highwaisted chiffon is appropriately the right choice. Shoes remain off… stickers and dirt piled high. No matter. No mind. A place where nothing is impossible, where new instruments are strummed, new chords are hummed, new applications and implications revealed. This is heaven. This is California Home.

 

Love, and more of it. Amy