Sweet Like Honey
I’m spending a few days visiting friends in southern California. In fact, I’m sitting outside at the moment in full sun, arching toward the warmth, feeling my desert skin tingle return to its natural olive. My happy feet dangle in flip flops. A delightfully chilled glass of regional chardonnay, buttery and oaky, is within reach.
Life, friends, is very, very good.
For now — a bit of the glorious, spring warmth, sweet like honey: