Skipping a Season

It feels like cheating. Last Thursday I woke up to another winter day in Michigan, got on a plane (and then another one), got off, and suddenly - it was late spring. Actually, it was just March in California...but look!

Such colors!

It was quite a sight for eyes accustomed to winter whites. In fact, I spent a lot of the week squinting in the sunshine like a mole who had just emerged from a dark burrow. When I did manage to open them, my eyes focused mostly on the up-close details (and my camera followed). I couldn't wait to share the bounty with my fellow color-starved northerners.

I think this should keep us going until spring arrives for real in our part of the world!