San Francisco summers are a bit infamous for being freezing cold. I don't know why we're still so shocked every summer, as the fog comes rolling over the hills and the wind picks up to hurricane speed, but we are.
Yesterday, the day started out with high heat and no breeze. We were thrilled, a big day off with gorgeous weather... until it wasn't so gorgeous and we found ourselves in a winter wonderland, freezing our butts off.
Last year at this time, RK and I were in Mexico and we never even thought about the cold, foggy, spitty-wet days here in the ole SF. The two of us were sweating along in the botanico, thinking we'd found heaven...
What we'd found was the sprawling, nearly empty botanical gardens that felt like your own private desert. After paths and paths of dirt leading into hills and valleys, we came upon a green house filled with succulents. More than any other plant these days, succulents get our hearts racing. I don't know what it is about their spiky arms and solid leaves, but I find succulents to be these strange, fun, funky, surprising little plants.
I know some people find succulents to be unattractive for their very nature of being "difficult" and our photos from this trip don't always do them justice, as we argue for the other side, but click on the photo and see it in a huge, detailed, macro-sort of way and then imagine... dead of summer, in a dry, hot field... nothing is coaxing you to come out, but you struggle and push and you carry your own water inside and boom!, there's some magic.
People and plants can have a lot in common.