My backyard in San Francisco. Even in the winter we wrap up in blankets and sit outside next to the outdoor fire. Cozy cozy.
Sometimes eyelashes are called for. In the bucolic fields of Oxfordshire.
The Nantucket. West Side Running, NYC
Paw, mushroom, lemon, fig.
I walked outside and the buildings were rosy.
Yo. Islay and her wingchair.
Intimidating Main Line ancestors.
Squeezed 16 in for dinner. I always use a red flowery napkin my mom had in the 60’s for myself. It’s so soft and a little threadworn.