by Erin Nichols
It’s about that time to dust off your picnic basket, think of some refreshing surprises to tuck inside and tote to your closest outdoor eating spot. Erin’s happens to come with a view. Are we jealous? Maybe a little bit. -Maggie In San Francisco, summer as we know it back East is an elusive animal.
by Denise Woodward & Laudalino Ferreira
While I make coffee in the morning, I like to open our kitchen door to let in the warmth of the sun or the coolness of the winter rain. Today, I could smell the remaining footprints of our last winter rains mixed with the scent of springtime jasmine. After two days of icy cold rains,
