On the way we stopped at a little honey farm just off the side of the highway that I'd heard about.
Let it be known that I really hate bees, but I'm a sucker for honey. We go through way too many of bottle a month (ok maybe like two), and Dave has just started to come round too. We're honey lovers, and this was just the place for us.
They had a little tasting station where you could try all different kinds of honey collected from different plants like eucalyptus, sage, orange, cactus, avocado, wildflowers, buckwheat, and, of course, the classic clover. Dave's favorite was sage, and I was a tie between wildflower and clover. Who knew honeys could taste so different? Both of us agreed, surprisingly, that orange was the loser - it was too bitter/herby for our sweet loving tongues.
After that we hopped back on the
We drove around the quaint little beach houses, and found a little park on the sand to eat lunch and roam around.
On the way home we found the sun again (a few miles from the coast, so weird) and stopped at a little fruit stand in the canyon with the intention of picking up strawberries to make jam, but at $10 for half of a small flat, I wasn't impressed. Don't worry, we still got a few macaroons as compensation.
And we called it a day when we rolled back in to our 80+ degree Santa Clarita. Well deserved naps were taken (we're such party people) and a nice evening was spent together.
Sometimes, these are my favorite kids of days.