feeling ungrounded. the usual stuff, but today it's probably due in no small part to an evening of "bellinis" at Berryhill, which is their name for some frozen concoction of peach and vodka. This joint is crazy on Sunday afternoons, complete debauchery. And I blame it all on Albert, who dragged me there.
anyway, regardless of hangover/lack of man in my life to cuddle, I am buoyed by my gorgeous angel trumpet trees, which are in bloom again. And in the evening they smell divine. Divine! I love these trees so much that I had to take some photos! Enjoy...
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