Santa Barbara Is My Friend

We went camping and here is the proof:
What's that you say? You don't see anything of substance? Well, there's the bottom of the tent, and the bf's feet. If you look closely, he's wearing his only pair of pajama pants. Anyone who's anyone will conclude that we slept in the tent the night before. Duh. Besides, the camera ran out of batteries after I snapped this test shot.

I swear we went camping at Carpinteria State Beach. The facilities were nice, we had a brief staring contest with a fat raccoon, we (OK, I) indulged in challah all morning, were kept awake by the trains rolling by all night and saw the most beautiful night sky. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat.

The Day Our Orchid Died

I sort of disappeared for a while, but I am back and with post ideas to boot! Work and travel has taken up the majority of my time, and the rest has been sucked up in books from the lovely Santa Monica library.

I'll start off my return to blogging with a photo:
Here lies an ordinary view from our balcony and a random stick. However here in the Bride Concierge household, a stick most likely had a previous life serving another object or purpose. Today, it serves as support for our new heirloom tomato plant. The bf has been working diligently on our humble garden with the rich castings from our compost bin. Not too long ago, this stick was supporting the gorgeous orchid we received as a housewarming present. Today is the day that the orchid officially died in the bf's mind (note: I declared it doomed before the last flower fell). I'm not one to cast blame, but given that I was forbidden to touch the plant, I'd say there's only one possible suspect.

Moving forward, we have a modest urban garden of carrots, parsley, basil and heirloom tomatos to enjoy in the future.