if nothing else, i am myself/it’s all i have to give

This is the view from the beach last weekend. There is sand in every bag that’s been in my car in the past two weeks. There is probably sand in my bed, on my floors, in the cracks of tiles in my kitchen. And I love it.

This is the iced coffee I’ve been sipping for the past three weeks. This week we’ve had no marine layer, no June Gloom, just sun as far as you can see until eight forty five each night.

This is the wrap I got from Cafe Gratitude this week. It was called, “I AM HAPPY” and I was and I am. Becca said it was the best food she’d ever had, and I must say between the company and the food and the warmth of the restaurant, it was definitely on top of my list.

This is a list of the vegetables currently in my house. I love summer, I love stone fruit season, I love avocados that are five for two dollars, and I love the farmer’s market.

This CD. On repeat. You’d better watch it, I think that girl’s insane…

 

 

Farmers' market.

Corelyn and I went to the Farmers’ market this weekend and scored on some excellent bounty. Potatoes (red, purple, and white), some tomatoes, basil (which I made into pesto), two huge heads of lettuce, lots of avocados, zucchini and summer squash, and some brussel sprouts.

Delicious. I filled my sink with some water, and let the lettuce and brussel sprouts sit for a while, shaking out the dirt.

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