All I know of California is San Diego, but I have always had magical times when I was there. A transformation would come over me, and my inner beauty shone outwards. The abundance of laughter and talk with a friend, and more than one flirtation with California men. Trekking in Cuyamaca, hearing spirits in the mountain. Driving along the coast and gathering Pacific water in a little vial for a souvenir.
Canalily, from Evie's garden in National City, San Diego