In the heart of Chicago’s Logan Square is the prettiest of places. Lula Café. I call it Lula for short.
Lula opened its doors more than 20 years ago. I remember it when I lived in Logan in 2000. (Wow, I’m old.) My boyfriend at the time was friends with one of the owners, Amalea. Lula was a comfy spot for eats and still is, all these years later.
I darted in this afternoon to get a bite, just as it started snowing outside. I was secretly thrilled to be back.
Snowy afternoons are made for places like Lula. ￼And coffee.
As getaways go, downtown San Jose was a fun visit. Eminently walkable, sun-drenched streets with murals at every turn.
The San Jose Downtown Foundation￼ spurs artists each year to reimagine outdoor things–doors, utility boxes, walls–in color, and color they do. Elsewhere, local shopkeepers festoon planters with colorful flowers. What’s not to love?
Flowers are my church, I’ve decided. Don’t mistake me, I like non-flowering plants a lot, but flowers? Their beauty inspires.
A week ago I mentioned to one of my Chicago friends that the camellia trees in the backyard of my old house in Jackson, Mississippi, should be blooming by now. Yesterday I found these beauties at Garfield Park Conservatory.