There are fewer than three days between now and Valentine's. I have already arranged for a romantic dinner with my beloved valley on one of her idyllic, brushy hillsides. It will be just me, Santa Clarita, a picnic dinner for two, and one-hundred flickering candles. Should you hear of a brushfire some time on the night of the fourteenth, I may be the unintentional culprit and will be, presumably, quite thoroughly charred.
If you have a different V-day date in mind, read my February ramblings from inside SCV magazine. I offer some advice to those confused, perplexed, and/or befuddled by the proper conduct for V-day in Santa Clarita