I've written before about how I do not travel that well--actually, it isn't that, exactly; it is more that I become anxious ahead of time and must have everything in order before I leave. This time, rather than scrub tubs, I organized files and mailed in those estimated taxes that we sole proprietors are privileged to pay. I must say, though it is often a pain being one, (as in, finding health insurance) I like the ring of Sole Proprietor.
he vivid purple of the "princess flower", Tibouchina urvilleana, the agapanthus, and the crimson bougainvillea. It is always astonishing to me to see California gardens. Things we struggle to grow as houseplants in the Northeast are used as hedges here. At home, I'm fussing with branches that are regularly sheered in LA. Amazing. No matter how many times I visit, I'm still moved by the sight of lemons and grapefruits hanging off the trees.
I've made my little bouquet, which has a sort of mid-century feel to it. It could be that the effects of my recent visit to LongHouse in Easthampton linger in my imagination. I've found a bowl in which to put my watch and the chain of good luck charms I always wear when I take a flight. (The bowl is a good idea as it imposes discipline, and you don't scatter your things all over the room and forget them when you leave.)
In Pursuit of Tea. He visits the growers all over Asia, knows exactly who is picking what, and how they are processed; I never fear that I am drinking a chemical brew in the morning with Sebastian's teas. I don't think I had ever tasted Earl Grey until I tasted his bergamot, though my mornings usually begin with white or green tea. They're a bit pricey, but amortized over the days...and one pot lasts me the day, because I can re-brew several times.
Just the sight of the teapot, the scent of the flowers, the wink of my necklace curled in the dish...make me feel cozy. I can't wait for little Eva and Dexter to come home from school and play with me.