Fragrance of a garden at night

As I was leaving my friend Kelleigh's house tonight after watching Reverand Billy who is a god send to corporate accountability issues ( his stuff is so radically amusing and critical to draw attention to consumer consumption) and the Handmaid's Tale, I passed through her garden and stopped to try to locate the luscious fragrance wafting nearby. It was indeed honeysuckle which smelled so lovely I needed to take a couple of flowers with me. I am amused in retrospect, that for some reason, flowers smell more beautiful and attract my attention at night. This is a bit odd but that is how it goes.

On the way there I nearly drove the car off one of San Francisco's minor driveway cliffs as it is always very steep. Good thing I am a native and know how to do 30 point turns to get my car back down the crooked and bumpy hill.

Buenas Noches