out to sea.

pelicans on the marina del rey breakwater.
spent a few beautiful hours on the water with the family.

farm.beach.paradise.

a perfect summery spring day called for a drive down pch with my girls.
we visited the vital zuman sustainable farm stand off of pch, deep in malibu. the farm woman was so nice and informative. she told us all about the farm, what's growing and gave us samples of produce and of their homemade pickles. she also told us about volunteer oppurtunities for idividuas and groups! love it!
i bought some of their raw wild honey "produced exculsivly by the cherished bees of vital zuman farm."
el matador beach was calling.
we answered it's call.
paradise...
really...

wild.

i've been waiting for this.
♥

yummies w/ brother.

i took my erik brother to huckleberry to experience the yumminess. two lattes and i ordered a homemade english muffin toasted with butter and jam and i took home a tremendously decadent croissant stuffed with vanilla sauce and strawberries.

handmade melody.

my dear sweet friend alessi played at the mint this evening.
she has a lot of songs about a lot of animals-- like dogs, horses, doves and humming birds-- which is very nice!


she's playing again tomorrow at the three clubs. if you've never heard-- or seen her-- she's utterly magical.

so windy today.

windy palm.


windy lavender and jasmine.

happy spring.

the vernal blooms of california:
california poppies.

chapins.

three beautiful sisters. lush harmonies sorrowful lyrics reminiscent of old folk gypsies wondering with out no one and without no where to go.could only be the chapin sisters--who played an alluring show on wed. night at the three clubs on vine.

treasures.

happy pleasures.

ak.

my friend and i finally tried ak. i've been wanting to try this restaurant with a scandinavian flare for so long. they have a very extensive menu of beverages and of food of all sorts-- from indian dishes, simple fish dishes to "veal oscar."
while my vegetarian friend enjoyed an indian fare...

i decided to have a bit of my mom and a portion of my dad.
spaetzle w/ foraged mushrooms (dad=german) and gravlax (mom=swedish) and to drink: könig pilsner.
ser gut! smakar väldigt gott!!

chinatown.

philippe's.

my michael bro. & i endured long lines at philippe's to indulge in their famous french dip sandwiches!
we also shared coleslaw and a slice of apple pie.

yum!

one thing at a time.

stumbled upon this wonderful post on apartment therapy about slowing down.
slow tips.
enjoy.
"stillness is where creativity & solutions to problems are found."
-e. tolle

♥.

farmer's market flowers and a huckleberry whole wheat scone.

lunch @ gjelina.

lunch @ gjelina with my dear, sweet heather. trout with lentils and greens. a salad dressed in citrus.
we also ate a delicious pizza. the crust was perfectly thin. very light and tasty.
strawberry rhubarb crisp w/ vanilla gelato.
so grateful to eat so well and have such beautiful friends.

curiosity.

...it's part of the practice.
(via even*cleveland & ari.)

bauer.

my mom and i ventured out to the bauer pottery sale.
typical so. cal. pottery.
brilliant colors.
beautiful artisan craftsmanship.
lovely.

saturday with taylee.

tay and i enjoyed a delectable brunch at the wood in culver city.
crab benedict on cornbread and honey wholewheat blueberry flax seed pancakes.
we lounged at will rodger's state park.
saw a group of deer!found treasure at ritual adornments on main st.
(they are having a big sale).

wren.

new autumn/winter 2009 wren.
her website displays all her collections beautifully.
take a peek.
wren.

spring says hello.

a sunday morning walk with my family.anna apple blooms.
palms.

the sweet smell of climbing jasmine and lavender.spring is springing.

the leaf and the cloud.

i rose this morning early as usual,and went to my desk.
but it's spring,

and the thrush is in the woods,
somewhere in the twirled branches, and he is singing.

and so, now, i am standing by the open door.
and now i am stepping down onto the grass.

i am touching a few leaves.
i am noticing the way the yellow butterflies
move together, in a twinkling cloud, over the field.

and i am thinking: maybe just looking and listening
is the real work.

maybe the world, without us,
is the real poem.

from the book of time. found in the leaf and the cloud by mary oliver.