Green Garbanzos

After tasting some green garbanzos at Gjelina last weekend, I was extremely excited to find a bushel of them at the Atwater Village Farmer's Market this Sunday.   The cats helped me pluck them off the stems, followed by a quick steam, some butter, and fresh mint for an amazing dinner.

Weekend Mouse

Stay Home Club

It's never easy returning to work after the holidays, especially with the remnants of the flu.  The Stay Home Club has the right idea.  

Via Design*Sponge.

 

Mags found the attic crawlspace this morning.  Came out a little dusty.  

A long fortnight

Over the last two weeks, I spent more time with my drafting table than I did with my bed.  Cramped hands and back, ridiculous amounts of money spent at Kinkos, the last of my scotch, and I am now back at it with a new quarter of classes.

LA spring is similar to a deciduous fall is some ways.  As the rains leave, the plants get browner and the hills more barren.  I am enjoying the last bits of green, some late rains and some new blooms before the real heat sets in.  Then I will have to move from my attic studio into the cooler garage.

We recently had a transient feline keeping our yard company.  I named her Butternut after the warm orange stripe on her nose and flank. She purred in our laps, but slept burrowed into the dense hedge in the front yard.  After a few weeks of indecisiveness, we finally took her to a shelter to be adopted out to a friend.  Tonight, it is cold and rainy but she is finally warm.  Maggie was not sad to be the queen of Easter and be rid of her, but we sure do miss her company out front.

Weekend

My attic studio is really coming together, especially since adding my new drafting table.  The radio keeps me company while the cats keep watch over the window -- you never know when one of those rambunctious squirrels will test their luck and try to get in.

Just another sunny day in LA

Me and the cats enjoyed the warm day, soft grass and gentle winter sun yesterday.

Dispatch from the estate : morning

The orange light is sifting through the trees, the cats are playful, and the parakeet on the porch next door is chirping quietly.  My bike awaits, and I'm off to another day of work.