Unfortunately, we arrived into an incomparable heat wave hitting SoCal from always cool Mendocino. But, we had the opportunity to stop in and see our kids up north and came home to the cats, V and our grandog Adelaide! All is well!
“It’s like the little town where time stood still,” said M.
“It’s like heaven,” said I.
Quaint and rustic and wild and floral and treed and birdsong and crashing waves and celestial rocks. Good ole wild west Americana on July 4th.
As it is cooler in the San Bernardino mountain range at 5300 feet above sea level and the air is breezy and clean, I decided to make a triple C invention: a Cauliflower, Cannellini bean soup thickened with Cashew cream and topped it off with water sauteed mushrooms, red onions and fresh basil. Yum. Satisfyingly delish. No oil, no salt, no sugar, no starch.
It took a steep, rugged hike over some dry rock to find artistry in the canyon hills of Santiago Oaks. Thank you to my daughter, V, for sharing this adventure with me. Although the October fires seared the land, nature found a way when the rains came. The sunrise colors and paper textures of the petals juxtapose with leathered or spiny greenery. Vivid against the arid terrain, the desert blooms revealed the grace and wisdom I imagine Georgia O’Keefe sought to convey.