Eucalyptus trees in the park.
A tiny lake surrounded by trees with a Chinese-style pagoda perched on the edge.
The Brain Wash cafe and laundramat.
Feminist businesses.
Friends who have finally moved into a place big enough for them.
The magic haircut guy, who, when I asked for a trim, gave me a trim (and not a brand-new hairdo).
Seeing a friend’s breathtakingly beautiful photographs of Utah and Colorado.
The sunshine out there. Not heat, just sunshine.
BS”D
Sounds like Heaven – where are you?
(I know I owe you an e-mail big-time. Sorry I’ve been such a baaad girl. Will attend to that presently)
San Francisco, in all its gorgeousness and glory. This place is still home, it seems.
And yes, would love to hear from you email-wise….
You’re swinging by Stow Lake! I love that pagoda.