We headed out for an impromptu stroll around Coronado the other weekend, and it turned out being one of those really good days where everything seamlessly flows together and you are left with that overall feeling of contentment. The breeze from the ocean was just right and the temperature and sunshine hit the sweet spot of keeping comfortable in a light tee without breaking a sweat. And the flowers! I was practically in a floral stupor. Perhaps it was my shoes that brought so much luck in the flower department. There is one house in particular that does me in every time — flowers so grand and overgrown they sweep the sidewalks and stand nine feet tall, with vines and colorful plants climbing the walls and fences all the way to the roof! Anyone who has a garden sprouting on the roof is aces in my book.
