




Was I dreaming, or were we really in California just a couple of days ago? Was the sun even feeling warm on my skin, and was I wishing that I had remembered the tucked away sunglasses back in Cambridge (where nobody wears sunglasses)?
As I write, the temperatures are dropping steadily outside. The forecast calls for a bitterly cold Thursday. The highs will be in single digits (I think they are predicting 9F), and that is without wind-chill.
But what would life be without a little harshness? How could we appreciate the temperate and beautiful climate and sceneries and life in California if that type of thing exists everywhere? We will bundle up tomorrow, face the cold, close our eyes, and imagine the California sun on our skin, and smell the intensely aromatic lavender and rosemary scent in the air. Our fellow Bostonians will wonder why we will be smiling despite the harshness all around. Only if they knew that we will be California - dreaming, would they understand.







































