We were driving home today, the mountains to our left, the ocean to our right, and the colors of spring were like sirens. Green clover carpeting the previously burned hills with spots of yellow flowers. The ocean, a soft periwinkle with bright blue hues flowing from the Channel Islands. It was just a glorious day. I brought out some Spring toys and materials, replaced fir tree branches in vases, with clover from the garden that desperately needs tending and cuttings from the old peach tree stump, that’s trying very hard to come back to it’s former glory. My mind is full of butterflies and birds, bees and Easter baskets. Spring has come to California.