Coastal Blissy Bliss

See that empty glass sitting there on that sweet ass white bench perched in that sweet ass garden-y yard? The delicious red wine that had made it's home in that glass for a brief time found a cozy home in my happy belly. I believe it was Wild Horse Cabernet. Oh man is that a humdining dinger of a scrumtpious wine. My mouth is starting to percolate just thinking about it. It helped that just beyond the trees the ocean was staring back at me with big blue eyes while the sun began his descent below the horizon.







Here I sit for hours on end writing, watching playful colorful butterfly's dance about and watch as the cat across the street stalks the warbling birdies. Totally magical this house in Cambria. Pure heaven.