Perfect Spring Day In The California Foothills
There are some days when you would rather miss work (if you could) and enjoy the coming of Spring. Last week I had such a day. I awoke at my partner’s house located in the heart of the California foothills.
The day was so perfectly sunshiny - only a whisp of tender wind to accentuate the 70 degree weather. Birds were singing, flowers a-bloom and enthusiasm filled the air. Spring had arrived!
A certain wonderous stillness was in the air. Looking up into the sky with graditude, the sun light filtered brilliant through the trees where birds sang with vibrant joy. I whispered a “thank you, God,” and reluctantly snapped a few photos before heading back to Sacramento for work…
Timid daffodils were peeking at me like little happy creatures who had sprung up after a long long nap…
What a stark contrast, and yet an ironic similarity the large-scale sattelite and the petite flowers have: one designed by human kind; the other, one of God’s originals….
What gorgeous flower faces pop up when we least expect….!
As I climbed into my car, heading back to the city, there were more daffodils near the edge of the drive. I snapped this quick photo, and trained my thoughts on getting to work on time…oh well…
On the road again, I snapped a “Bye-bye” photo of the foothills wilderness as I vroomed back to the valley.
