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Friday, March 05, 2010
springing
Winter is going out in lush, uplifting loveliness, like it always does here. When I was a schoolgirl and I read the Anne of Green Gables series for the first time (cue heavenly chord), I was bewildered by Montgomery's unfavorable description of late winter. Late winter is quite possibly the most beautiful thing in the world in central California, because what it really is is spring.
Fiddleneck, always the first wildflowers that can be seen from your car as you go down the highway.
Lambs! Squee! I wonder if the rancher would miss just one little lamb if I put it in my hatchback and brought it home with me?
This is a roadside weed with its best clothes on, lit from behind by grass-filtered sunshine reflected off a pondy puddle (or a puddly pond; cattle pastures in the valley are dotted with them after a rainy spell).
