Spring

Happy first Day of Spring!

This is being typed in a town a bit north of Los Angeles. Because of much rain the mountains are much green. Blossoms are poking out of many places - even out of trees that appear to have no leaves.

We have seen vegetation that is mysterious to us Northern Upper Midwest types.

Pokey things. Bark-y things. Things with things hanging from them. Things with things climbing up them. Things that look alive and dead at the same time. Huge wide things and hairy thin things. All plants.

It's been Spring here for a while.

We will go come to, well, we don't know what. People have been making maple syrup for a while. What MEANS Spring. People have started seeds. I have not yet - so am a bit jealous of those with access to their greenhouses. I might covet a small greenhouse.

Sunshine has been kind to us for most of the days here. The next two could be cloudy. We have walked and seen and talked and eaten. And kept walking and seeing. Little time taken to journal or note. The mixed emotions of travel. I want to do the things - but I also want to note the doing. Other wise I often forget.

Like so many first days of Spring.

Onto the mysteries of the day - 
And a day-old doughnut - 

Sue