Shhhh. Do you hear that? Birds chirping, breezes lightly breezing, flowers waking up and raising their little fuschia heads to the sky. OK, so I don't think that last one makes any sound audible without specialized equipment, but you get the idea. Spring is springing. Personally, I am not ready to let go of winter quite yet because, honestly, I haven't had enough of it yet. But I never get enough drizzle and cold, so what can I do? Embrace spring, that's what. Sure, I will probably see my fair share of snow and nasty before it's really here, but it's March so I can get away with shorts and sandals without feeling like I am jumping the gun. Granted, in Santa Barbara, the days where shorts and sandals are out of place on any given year can be counted on one hand. I ramble.
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| The view from our car's spot at the hotel-- j'adore Cambria, tan plus. |
The weekend before last I went wine tasting, and oh what wine was tasted. My parents and best friend attended a weekend of Central Coast indulgence. There was impeccable sea food, cookies, seaside cottage rooms with fireplaces, more wines than I could count, and... snow! Yes, friends, it snowed in the mountains just above the lovely hamlets of Cambria and Cayucos-- real frenzied wild white wicked snow. It was fantastic. Especially as the rest of the day up to that point had been pure blue-skied divinity. It was the sort of weekend that validates beyond a doubt my disproportionately great love of California. I do not know if happy cows come from California, but if they cannot be happy here, well, honestly, they cannot be happy anywhere.
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| At Opolo winery the hale began. |
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| The stormy sea from where we had dinner at The Sea Chest. |
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| The day started with this-- a postcard view from the mountains down to Morro Bay in the distance. |
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| This one, and the interior above, are at Niner. Easily my favorite one visually-- it was gorgeous. |
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| The sea is on the other side of these hills, really close. Fantastic. |
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