It’s December.
In my little world December means probably rainy, possibly snowy, and definitely cold. So it’s no wonder I am becoming a little confused since I started this road-trip.
When I left Seattle, it looked pretty much like December should – grey, cold, and stacks of snow up in the mountains.
As I headed south, the temperature rose 2 degrees for every hour that I drove.
By the time I reached San Diego, it was behaving like mid-Summer.
Blue, blue ocean.
Blue, blue sky.
Welcome to the beach.
Meanwhile, in the beautiful Santa Ynez Valley, Fall was alive & kicking.
Leaves glowing in the warm sunshine.
Vineyards rich with golden brown color.
Pumpkins ripe & brilliantly orange.
A carpet of crisp, crunchy, red, brown & yellow hued leaves.
All I need now is to see some daffodils & my seasonally challenged confusion will be complete.
