A Little Slice of Heaven

My Idea of Heaven

I invite you to a little taste of my wonderful day on Monday. One of my most favorite friends and I spent the day in the charming seaside village of Cambria on the Central Coast of California. We started out our day with a scrumptious lunch as we dined in the gardens of Robin's Restaurant and indulged ourselves with this yummy carrot cake. It was so, so good with the mango, passion fruit herbal iced tea.

We then, of course, went shopping in a few of our favorite shops. One of them being Birds of a Feather owned by Bonnie Crawford. Bonnie features local mixed media artists' creations and antique goodies. While there, we had a very serendipitous meeting with a good friend, Dorothy. A few items found there way into my bag. The sweet felted and hand-embroidered bag is by a mixed media artist friend of mine, Cindy Farris. You may have seen some of Cindy's birdie bags in Stampington's Haute Handbag publication. I love this one with all of my colors. I also found an antique vespa case from Britain, a bar of my favorite honey, French milled soap, and an antique sterling silver bee bracelet....that will soon make its way into a few pieces of my artwork....yes, Riki you can have one!!

Well, after the indulgent carrot cake, Susan and I took a fabulous walk along the boardwalk there along Moonstone Beach. As you can see, the day was beautiful, the colors outrageous and that along with all of the wildlife I didn't manage to capture on camera and the company of a dear friend..my day in Cambria was a Little Slice of Heaven. Here's wishing that you all find time for creating your little slices of heaven.

(Robin's Restaurant in Cambria)

The falling Waters led me,

The Foodful waters fed me,

And brought me to the lowest land,

(me, Dorothy, and dear friend, Susan)

Unerring to the Ocean sand,

The Moss upon the forest bark,

Was pole-star when the night was dark;

The purple berries in the wood

Supplied me necessary food.

(Bonnie giving me my package at Birds of a Feather)

For Nature ever faithful is

To such as trust her faithfulness.

When the Forest shall mislead me,

When the night and morning lie,

When Sea and land refuse to feed me,

'Twill be time enough to die;

Then will yet my mother yield

A pillow in her greenest field,

Nor the June flowers scorn to cover

The clay of their departed lover.

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

(Can you see the amazing pelicans at the top of this photo?...they were the grande finale of our walk.... Mother Nature bearing gifts!)

If ever there were a spring day so perfect, so

uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze.

~Billy Collins

Tootles

Diana