Spring has sprung, the trees are red
I wonder where's the Sudafed?
If your allergies make you suffer even from visual stimulation, I'll understand and catch you next time. Take a look at this, our current merchant of misery.
The grit of the juniper pollen in your eyes mixed with the dust in your lungs marks the beginning of the "I can't wait for the monsoon" season, here in the high desert mountains. Without any real deep snowpack to dispense with, though we had a load that fell before New Year's, and with only a modicum of damp days lately, it's a wonder to see Spring trying this hard at busting out.
One is surprised by bursts of color each and every time. There is no blasé-blasé here.
The oak shoots look to be preparing for budding.
While the pears maintain no secrets in that regard. The randomness of nature set against the geometry of the uniform building codes.
Not some maritime species this.
How it plays on the imagination though.
Spring has sprung, the air's no good
It's still a lovely neighborhood