"Climb the mountains and get their good tidings." John Muir
Most people who know me would probably not list hiking as one of my preferred past-times: cocktails and pedicures, yes indeedy...climbing uphill in not-so-cute boots, no thank you. But among the many interests my husband has recently instilled in me (avocados and baseball probably hold the #1 & #2 spots), is the love of a good hike.
In Southern California, land of the meticulously manicured lawn and green-spray painted "grassy" freeway medians, untouched and untamed nature is a rarity. So, often on Sunday afternoons, we venture out to one of our favorite state parks and spend a few hours meandering through dusty paths, taking in the ocean view and wildlife.
Last weekend, we enjoyed the bounty of wildflowers after a particularly rainy winter:
Like Amélie Poulain, my life is all about the littlest pleasures: the freshest, pinkest raspberries; the deep blue of a Vermeer painting; the perfect crispness of a glass of Prosecco; the divine simplicity of an afternoon at the beach; the heavenly scent of a vanilla bean. Here I blog to celebrate the good life, la dolce vita, la belle vie. Cherish life's petits plaisirs and enrich your daily existence.
You should know that I take liberties with grammar, punctuation, & diction. Do not fear! I assure you I've been educated about the woes of abundant comma usage or the impropriety of ending a sentence with a preposition. Here, as this is not my dissertation, I write as I talk. I also make up words on occasion.
"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." -Ernest Hemingway