the best of California

Acacia, the promise of spring.  I love the smell, which is usually really subtle but sometimes very strong, even though the tree is nowhere in sight.

Cows and happy cow commercials (even if PETA doesn’t agree).  I’ve always loved black, white and green together; maybe this is why.

Driving, especially in West Marin.  The big sky and all the fields and colorful flowers.

(This place always has Have’a Corn Chips)

I love the Mission because of the food and because it’s always sunniest there.

I love the Sweden House, where my mom and I go for a piece of Norwegian princess cake and watch the seagulls and look at the names of the boats docked there.  The view of the City is cool, too, because the streets appear so straight.

The bottom of my mom’s coffee cup had a buffalo on it:

When I got back to New York, I thought the warmth would come with me.  It didn’t.  But I saw something hopeful in Bleecker Park–some kid has already given up on winter.

Happy Spring!