Here's to dreaming about perfect outdoor spaces.
Literally, this space is perfection. There is a reason why I think about California on a fairly regular basis. Because only out West can you dine alfresco three quarters of the year.
I'm envisioning a dinner party where I would serve burrata salads, bourbon sugar steak, and pan con tomate. We would drink rose. The meal would be followed by rosemary olive oil cake with strawberry compote.
I could die happy afterwards.
Image via Pinterest.