Raw, idiom, 14a: in the natural, uncultivated, or unrefined state: nature in the raw.

Throwing up a few self-indulgent photos on this insanely sunny late autumn afternoon. An attempt to give a little sense of the lush GREEN here in my new private jungle. Talk about a muse! Prana oozing out of every corner.

A little garden sanctuary. So quiet. Birdsong outside. In the heart of the City. The cable car clanging out front. Strong perpetual light. I'm hooked.

Digging the great 1920s period details. My plants like them, too.

View from the yoga mat. Hardwood floors meant for early morning yoga practice. Kind of a modern-day yogic Rothko, eh? (Ok, it's a stretch. Har har.)

Dahlias. Blooming in season right now. Up there with peonies as some of my favorites.

First attempt at breaking in the new kitchen. It only took me 10 minutes to figure out how to light the damn oven. After that, smooth sailing. The coffee pot above left played a key role in making that happen.

Since it's autumn and this is an easy recipe - one of my never-fails, I whipped up a Maple Pecan cake yesterday morning for the clamoring masses. Thanks to TJ's killer tunes and a bright quiet morning and the late addition of a few pothos leaves and a broken-stemmed dahlia from the bunch, it turned out well. I couldn't help but notice how the dahlia looks not unlike a lotus flower. Just sayin'. Lotus = bloom, change, growth, life. I dig the symbolism.

Orange polyester, agave nectar hardwood, spray-painted burgundy flats. Hello, autumn.


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