Glorious days like today. Blue sky. Warm sun. Golden California poppies, blooming everywhere.
I overheard someone admiring this in my garden:
"This is why we live here," he said to his friend.
The freesias in the front yard smell as lovely as they look.
The callas next door are in full bloom.
It was impossible not to be outside for at least part of the day. I pruned roses and and then I pulled weeds.
I got dirt under my fingernails.
And, Holy Cats! People are walking around dressed like this!
This is why we live here.