After days of fog and wind, our sunny skies are back. And no one fails to mention each beautiful day.
"We are so fortunate," says a friend.
"It's a perfect day!" replies another.
And my neighbor, Ellen, who was born in Germany, and is 89 years old, looked up at the sky yesterday and said, "I call that color Mediterranean blue."
Right now, at the Rose Garden, across from the Santa Barbara Mission, the scent of roses drenches the air like liqueur.
