I’ve always dreamed of being one of those effortlessly chic gardeners with a magical green thumb—the kind who casually harvests heirloom tomatoes while wearing a gently thrifted linen romper. Unfortunately, owning a collection of vintage summertime rompers and cute gardening gloves does not make you a tomato-growing goddess. But every mid-May, I pray… and I …
I feel like my heart is breaking this morning for the little mountain community of Idyllwild. I have been cursing, coughing and hating the thick blanket of smoke that hangs over my own mountain town for two days now. My little rural mountain town sits one mountain range and about forty miles away from …