Feb 23 2010
Signs of Spring
You know, when we left Cloverdale after the Citrus Fair, I noticed clouds of clover in the fields. Who knew? In addition to daffodils by the side of the road. In my garden, they grow right by phallic cactus and art:
I wonder if Rose planted them.
Right outside the glass doors in the living room is a vine I thought was dead, but is an awakening honeysuckle.
Huckleberries are the eccentrics of the neighborhood. They are blooming now, but they won’t fruit until July. What’s up with that? And yet we’re still picking them – barely – at Thanksgiving. Go figure.
Between the age of my camera, my lack of skills, and the falling pine needles, you’ll have to take my word on this one. The manzanita flowers look like lilies of the valley. They were the favorite flowers of my mother and her mother.
I have no idea what this is. It’s planted in a big wine vat. And it’s been blooming like crazy:
“Now I see that my world has only begun” — Gene Clark