I like pretty things. Guilty as charged.
I’d have to guess that most of us in the world do. Am I right or am I right? Who wouldn’t rather gaze at a burgeoning, flowering garden of spring tulips than a pile of sheet metal covered in dust? Well, unless the light is just right and we’re being all ultra edgy and hip and arty. Then the sheet metal would probably win.
Being a fan of ‘the pretty’ more often than not inspires me to take the longer route, whether it be by car or on foot. I avoid the drab and make time for the fab. And why shouldn’t I?
I realized this the other night when I was driving home from teaching my university kids. It was 10:45 p.m., it was dark, and true to every Tuesday night for the past few years, I jumped off of the freeway one stop before my exit and took the old highway road that winds along the base of the mountains and headed toward home.
The funny thing is the freeway sits right next to the old highway road, divided only by a steep hill. Ah, but that hill affords the most beautiful, 4 mile unobstructed view of the valley below and the mountains beyond plus a gander at the downtown skyline. It doesn’t matter which time of year it is, or even when it’s pitch dark, I still take that extra 10 minutes to get home because its just that much more…inspiringly pretty.continue to the recipe… about Burrata and Roasted Asparagus and Tomato Salad