Dark Times

There are a great many things to appreciate about living in Southern California. After having lived on the East Coast for two years, I can acknowledge that even Orange County has its upside. It has become apparent, however, that there are some things I will forever miss about living in Virginia. One of the foremost is autumn. Yes, autumn, that season that comes between summer and winter. That season which, in Orange County, translates as 93 degrees at 2:00 in the afternoon. I miss my sweaters. I want to drink hot tea in the middle of the day. I haven't seen so much as a single raindrop in nearly three months. I think I'm experiencing actual-differentiated-seasons withdrawal.

On Beginnings

It may be due to the fact that I'm rarely awake early enough to truly enjoy it, but I have decided that breakfast as a meal is both glorious and highly underrated. Take, for example, cereal commercials. These bits of advertisement would have one believe that a good breakfast is defined by speed and fiber. Now I'm not opposed to fiber on principal, and I've consumed more than my fair share of hastily snagged bagels in the car, but really breakfast has the potential to be so much more. To illustrate:

Imagine how lovely your day would be if it began with this tasty and beautiful spread. Note the pleasing color of the coffee cup (a new find- nice, no?) and the delectable pink of the berries in the crepe. As a self-respecting spinster, I consider it my duty to wring every ounce of enjoyment out of this wonderful and often solitary meal, and what better way than to appeal to all the senses? Now all I need is for mornings to actually get cold so I can really enjoy those hot drinks and warm pastries.