You’ll get nothing but friendly service from Givens Farms at the Santa Barbara Farmers Market or at the Hollywood Farmers Market on Ivar.
For those of us who don’t have a green thumb, lets not give up hope. Look at these sweet blooms! I hear they’re low maintenance. I haven’t bought any, as I just managed to kill three potted plants of herbs, but I’m warming up to trying again…
My recent day trip to Santa Barbara included a quick drive-by a lavender farm, hoping to snatch a pouch of this aromatic flower or maybe some oil. Upon my arrival, there was a quiet stillness in the air… though quite peaceful, there weren’t any blooms to tickle my senses. (I seem to forget that there’s a season for everything.)
I must wait for summer, for the air to be filled with the soothing scent of lavender, where the farm fields are all burgeoning and at peak in July. For now, here’s a sprinkle of last summer’s luscious harvest, and of course, from the farmers market.
I stopped at the Hollywood Farmers Market a couple of weeks ago and recognized a familiar face that I had seen at the Santa Barbara Farmers Market — Rancho La Viña. The decadent walnut oil they sell, La Nogalera Walnut Oil, is unique, rich and so nutty, I can’t wait to put a recipe together… or maybe, I’ll just borrow one from their website.
They were also featured on the Los Angeles Times.
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I’ve been on a hiatus with my postings. As much as I would like to say I was on a sabbatical, my only reason is that life and work proceeded to take over my hours until I finally looked at the calendar and realized 2011 is of yesteryear.
Clearly seeing that I needed to take a deep breath, I started 2012 with a nostalgic meandering drive through Pacific Coast Highway (California Route 1), and headed for Santa Barbara.
My dear friend Katie gave me a coin that’s ‘HEAD/HEART’. The Head is usually the driver for me and the Heart always takes a back seat… But this time, I let the Heart run free. When it crossed my mind to exit at random points, I got off without thinking twice and without someone countering my initiatives. The lack of planning (and companion) was rather liberating.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to check out Seacliff/Rincon Beach. With my eyes wide open, I admired all the campers in their trailers, the surfers dotting the ocean, the occasional sprint of a dog chasing the waves, the salty breeze that Californian’s can’t live without… Each passing minute pumped new life into my soul.
Whatever you’re doing, pause for a minute. Take a deep breath.