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| Mom's Azaleas |
I hear it's pouring rain in New Jersey. I'm visiting family in California and soaking up sun and admiring flowers that won't be blooming in New Jersey or Colorado for months.
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| Fields of mustard |
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| Mom's 8" diameter roses |
I've been taking long dogless walks along a bridle path near my parents' house. It's like a rutted alley dirt behind opulent homes with huge yards. Some have swimming pools, others have stables, one had a grape arbour spreading over about half an acre with sturdy metal poles and supports draped in twisting grape vines and leaves. The intense fragrance of orange blossoms floats by from time to time. Orange, lemon, tangerine and grapefruit trees are laden with fruit.
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| Tangerine blossoms |
This morning, I sat in the garden and watched a fuchsia throated hummingbird buzz from the azaleas to drink from a bubbling fountain and buzz back to the azaleas again. Of course, it moved elsewhere when I got my camera out. The bravest of my mother's four feral cats watches from a distance and scatters when I move. I grew up here but left 32 years ago to live where there are real seasons. I like spring awakenings, summer abundance, fall readjustment and winter's stillness.
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| Bibby, the watch cat |
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