In our part of California we enjoy all four seasons but of course none really start when the calendar says they will. Winter starts in October when I start the first fire in the woodstove. (Someone suggested on this blog that I cannot hunt bear in winter since they are hibernating. “If a fire is in the woodstove, it’s winter.”) Spring begins when we have just about had our last fire of the season.
Here are some key signs that spring has begun:
- Someone mistakenly leaves a window or door open over night and it doesn’t really matter.
- I lose my sweater regularly because I keep taking it off.
- Mom is ready to move seedlings from the greenhouse to the garden.
But the key for me is that the road to the High Sierra is open and I can return to my redwood office. It’s been passable for a couple of weeks but the Sheriff promised me a ticket if he found me up there. Today Frederick and I will take the 30-minute drive to the Giant Sequoia grove, the Trail of a Hundred Giants. I’ll pack lunches, a computer for me, and a project for him. We’ll work for the better part of an hour (just to say we did) and spend the rest of the time exploring. My husband will be home trying to figure out how to sell a book from this website. It sounds like a great deal to me. :)
