Staggering seasons
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Yesterday, I saw my first robin of spring. They've probably been around for a while, but it's the first one I noticed.
Last night, it snowed.
It wasn't a heavy fall, just enough to dust the vegetation and shingles with white. It'll probably burn off by 8:30am. Still, it's pretty -- although a touch disconcerting with all the little green things that have been shooting up lately.
Down the hill, it's definitely springtime. Last week, Shawn and I drove from Riverside to Bellflower, and the hills were a plush, vibrant green, fuzzy with bright mustard flowers. The center divider of the freeway was riotous purple, orange and yellow (lupines, California poppies and yet more mustard.) I wanted to inhale it all in, but, well, we were on a freeway. Bleh.
Quote of the Day:
The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
-- Henry Miller, novelist (1891-1980)
Last night, it snowed.
It wasn't a heavy fall, just enough to dust the vegetation and shingles with white. It'll probably burn off by 8:30am. Still, it's pretty -- although a touch disconcerting with all the little green things that have been shooting up lately.
Down the hill, it's definitely springtime. Last week, Shawn and I drove from Riverside to Bellflower, and the hills were a plush, vibrant green, fuzzy with bright mustard flowers. The center divider of the freeway was riotous purple, orange and yellow (lupines, California poppies and yet more mustard.) I wanted to inhale it all in, but, well, we were on a freeway. Bleh.
Quote of the Day:
The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
-- Henry Miller, novelist (1891-1980)
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