Spring. It’s sprung, at least this week and at least in the San Francisco Bay area and on the Monterey peninsula. And in Sonoma.
Here’s what I found on my street:
Down in Big Sur, the succulents are plump and green:
Some are even flowering:
Flowers in the wooden box at the Big Sur River Inn were so bright in the sunshine they almost hurt my eyes. My closeups were overexposed.
Yes, spring is singing its lungs out all over the Central Coast and especially at Point Lobos, where the super-blue sky is reflected in the Pacific, waves crash against rock and the beauty of nature is an aria that I never tire of hearing.
And neither does this seagull. I caught him riding the air currents above our ferry back to San Francisco from Alcatraz earlier in the week:
Up north in Sonoma, the vines were lovin’ the weather.
I love birds of paradise.
The stone basket is a nice counterpoint to the blooms.
Mine are also blooming in our yard at home.
Hardy souls peeking out.
Full, happy pots. We left the cafe full and happy, too.
The background. It’s all the background.
A beautiful tasting venue.
I’ve always loved fall, but the fresh, reborn beauty of spring has its appeal, too.
Spring is here. Summer is around the corner. That’s as far as I’m thinking right now.