April Come She May

I love spring. Spring always makes me feel renewed. What I love most about living in California is that winter can seem like spring. After a summer of hot, dry weather and brown grass, rains in November bring lush greenery, camellias, jasmine, lemon and orange blossoms, acacia mimosa, roses, and the usual equinox display of tulips and daffodils.

The cherry blossoms are pink and fluffy, apple blossoms spun off the trees last week in the rain storms, like large snowflakes. Wisteria will peak this week, then disappear until its time for a second blooming. Loquat and mock orange are in full flower. Scotch broom is bright yellow against an almost jade green, and smells like lemon pledge.

I like only wearing a light wool shawl, instead of a bulky jacket.

With spring, I also feel lighter and more generous towards people... well, towards those that deserve it. I have a pretty short list right now of those who just don't deserve that generousity, because they don't practice it where others are concerned (unless the others have something they want or need). That's just a big karmic no-no in my book. But hey, if someone wants to take a personal issue and try to make it a professional issue, be my guest. Just don't lie to my face while you're doing it. I know the truth, as do others.

So I'll give my kindess and generousity to those who know how to return it, in the true sense of renewal that comes with spring, and try to understand those who can't give deserve something back.