so much to love about san francisco; why not stop by the ferry building and see

the heavenly

(snapped these in february,
perhaps they're still there...if
not, something else wonderful
is surely in store. i promise.)

campfire girl

picked this up a few years ago
for a shop window I was
working on; was going to put it in
with wispy hostess aprons in organdy
and calico, and a few delectable
buff-colored enamel plates trimmed
in faded granny apple green
[& there was a lovely stodgy tin
coffee pot, the color of wisteria leaves]

sort of a tribute to the June Cleavers
of the covered-wagon set . . .


thankfully rather not uncluttered

einstein's desk here


unerringly beautiful

" . . . So much in ten brief years! I have forgot
What time the purple apples come to juice,
And what month brings the shy forget-me-not.
I have forgot the special, startling season
Of the pimento's flowering and fruiting;
What time of year the ground doves brown the fields . . . "